I like chocolate

So I wake up the next day around 11:30ish. Stacey had pressed the snooze alarm a million times, consequently skipping her last class that morning. She woke up when I did and told me that she had woken up at first with a bad headache (therefore the previous night was a success) so she chose sleep over class. Ha. I got ready and walked to the center to use the internet and do some class research. I realized that I haven´t described what the Michigan-Cornell-Penn center is like. It´s actually a second floor apartment converted into two offices, a small library, a computer/work room, and a classroom. It´s very small and cute, nothing like I expected. Me gusta. Anyhoo, after internetting for awhile I walked home for lunch. Lunch is always the best meal here because it is the main meal, and I learned that yes, they do only pray after lunch. Good to know. Lunch was delicious and extremely filling--it´s so hard to finish meals here since the portions are considerably large, and it´s insulting not to finish your meal. Oy. We had huge servings of paella with mariscos (shellfish) which was soooo delicious, and then salad (yeah, weird order) which was like cole slaw except with oil and vinegar (they loooove olive oil here) instead of mayonnaise. It also had raisins, nuts, and carrots in it, not bad. For dessert we had pudding cups (aw, cute) except they were flan! Flan in a cup whenever you want, can you imagine? I wish they had that in the states because flan is my friend, and I wish that it could be an easily accesible friend. Heh. After lunch Stacey and I walked to the center, and were almost attacked my a drunk, crazy bum. It was really scary; he was trying to trip me and then would hiss at us. We walked really fast in time to get to a main, populated street. Yeah, really scary. From now on I carry my mace EVERYWHERE. In Ann Arbor and Chicago the bums are pretty harmless, but here they´re mentally insane. Ugh. When we arrived at the center I told Pepe about it and he gave me advice about what to do in the future if that were to happen again. He also seemed distressed by it and was really apologetic. That´s life, though, ya know? I´m alive and well, and I know what to do next time. Anyhoo, I had my last class, we talked about food and read recipes out of food magazines and whatnot. Kind of silly. We got out early and went to a nearby café with the other afternoon class. I had my first chocolate caliente which is, well, literally hot chocolate. I mean, it´s like drinking out of a fondue pot, no joke. Yeah, I like chocolate.
I then met up with Stacey at a nearby internet café and did my thang there for awhile. Then we walked home for dinner. We bought a 4€ bottle of vodka and a cheap six pack of fanta to pre-game for the night, and Stacey, who is a huge snacker, bought herself cookies and chips to stash in the room. That´s right, now we have a liquor/snack stash in Stacey´s suitcase under her bed, haha. It IS like high school! Dinner was great, of course, we had grilled eggplant (I swear, my Señora can read my mind) and shrimp swimming in olive oil and garlic (the Spaniards like their garlic). We then, of course, had manderinas (tangerines) and naranjas (oranges)...I swear, there is no way that I will have a vitamin C deficiency here due to the abundance of citrus I will consume. After dinner we did our little incognito pouring of vodka into the bottles, grabbed some fantas, and met up with some of the girls in our program at the bridge.