It's gettting hot out herre

I must be making up for the entire month of April because I have been sleeping like none other. But again, I have been staying up pretty late, so go figure. I woke up (to my alarm, yeesh) at noon this morning. I made toast, got ready, and wandered next store to Albi Sur to buy myself some fruit because Maruja packed us not-so-great sandwiches and I'd need something to hold me over. There was a huge line for fruit at Albi Sur (you have to ask for it, no self service) so it took awhile for me to just get my apple, banana, and peach. It was also really hot and I was getting gross and sweaty, although I had just showered. Boo. Yeah, it was a scorcher of a day. I was getting excited for how much more the temperature would increase...oy vey. I then walked to the center, getting even sweatier in the process. At least the heat here is a bit more bearable than in Michigan/Chicago because it's dry heat. The sun is so strong, though...but at least it's easy to breathe. Maybe that's why I've been sleeping so much...the damned heat. I think that it was about 85 degrees today, but that's just an estimate. I went to the center, messed around online, then went to Lope. Lope involved a fifteen minute argument between the class and our prof., Mercedes, about doing a make-up class. You see, the class decided to end the semester classes a week early to give more time to study. To compensate, we'd have 2 extra classes, both 2 hours in length. There's been huge dispute over times to meet and it's still not really resolved. All of the times they've come up with conflict with my classes, so no matter what I'm S.O.L. So I'm just going to have to make a date with a friend's notes and the xerox machine. After class I headed out to find the bed and breakfast for which I had made reservations for my family in June. I could not find it for the life of me. Come 3:45 I was completely turned around--the directions the hotel gave just weren't very good. I ended up asking at Corte Ingles, but they had never heard of the street, nor the hotel. Oy. Somehow, who knows how, I ended up by the Museo de Bellas Artes which baffled me. I turned around to go ask somebody, but then I saw calle San Roque straight ahead (the hotel's street). I turned the corner and found it. I was a sweaty mess. Gross. The sign outside surprised me because it said B&B and hostel. Hostel? My family didn't want to stay in a hostel. Hell, I don't want to stay in another hostel. I walked in and asked the receptionist if I could at least see the double and triple rooms. The triple was taken, so he gave me a key to the double and a 5-person. I opened the double and it was actually not a very hostel-like room. In fact, it was pretty nice, a good size and a completely new, redone bathroom that was actually pretty nice. The shower is kind of small, but it's nice all in all, and it had a double bed, not twin beds, so that was good. I tried getting into the 5-person, but couldn't get the key to work, so I got the receptionist to help me. He opened it up and I asked him a bunch of questions, like, if Shana and I stay in the triple would we have a third, random roommate (if it's a "hostel") and he said no, it'd just be us. And also that every room has its own bathroom, and I saw that the one there was also really nice and redone. So I'm assuming that this is just a really up-scale hostel? I mean, you don't reserve beds, you reserve rooms...so I guess that that means that it's a hotel? I don't know. So I just need to confirm with the 'rents that they're cool with it. I mean, I saw adults there. It doesn't have an elevator, though, which could pose a minor issue, but no big deal. I mean, it's a fantastic location, amazing price, and they feed us. Oh, the rooms also have TV. Granted, little TV's, but TV's. It's not like we'll spend a lot of time in the hotel, anyways. I'm so used to shitty hostels that this is a huge step up for me, I must say. So I'm cool with it, just as long as they keep their word about the no random roommate in the triple thing. Or else! I didn't get out of there until about 4:20, Teatro started at 4:15, so I thought that I could rush back and catch the last twenty minutes or something. I had to ask directions twice becaues the streets just confuse me here, even though the hotel is in a pretty familiar area. It's actually just around the corner from the Irish pub that we went to our first night ever in Sevilla! It's really close to the Hotel Becquer, and a lot of other main hotels which is always a good sign. I finally got my bearings and walked home in the terrible heat. I was dying and needed something cold. I stopped by an ice cream place that had fresh fruit in the window, so I assumed that they made fresh fruit smoothies (I always want smoothis here, but nobody makes them!). However, they made batidos with fruit ice cream. Lame. However, I spotted green tea ice cream. Green tea ice cream! So I gave in and bought a small green tea milkshake, aw yeah. It actually wasn't that great, but it was so cold that it hit the spot in that heat. No wonder the Spanish eat so much ice cream. It all just makes sense now. I then rushed back to the University, tried to get into class in the back entrance because it'd just be bad to walk in 30 minutes late in front of the whole class, but it was locked. I give up. So I collapsed on a bench and tried to plan out my next move. I was gross and sweaty. Ugh. I finally mustered up the motivation to head over to the center where I went online for awhile before Historia del Arte. Class went pretty well, prof. showed up late, so it was only 45 minutes long. We learned about Gothic art and sculpture which is a bit complicated, but he's started getting more into it. You know, commenting on the details of the paintings like my prof.'s back in the States. I appreciate that, I can tell that this kind of criticism and observation is more up his alley. After class I walked home in the festering heat and immediately went online to check the Dublin weather and such. Then, surprise! Marta came home! It was so great to FINALLY see her! She, Maria del Mar, and I headed to the living room to catch up. She commented on how tan I was, asked about alllll of my travels (I can't believe how much I did!), Maria del Mar told her about her dates, Marta told us about home, Madrid, the Feria back in Puerta (her home town). Turns out she was just chilling at home and studying all this time and traveling to Madrid. That's it. She then told us that she was not going to come back anymore, and just stay back in Puerta and study. She's moving out??? What???? I can't believe it. I wanted to cry. I'm still kind of shocked about it. Turns out she's only here for the night, then she goes back home, and then she'll just be going back and forth until she's finally all moved out. So strange. Maria del Mar then leaves after finishing her coursework a the end of June so that she can take English classes. I'm sure that she'll then soon get a job and move out. Maruja's going to be so lonely this summer! How sad! While chatting we kept hearing absolute pandemonium outside--screaming, chanting, explosions, you name it. Turns out it's Sevilla's last futbol game tonight, so the town's gone wild. It's coincidentally against Ireland (it's an away game...and I'm going to Ireland tomorrow!). So Cadillac is packed with people screaming and yelling. I didn't need to watch the game to know the score. Soon Marta went to get ready for a friend's bday party and I went to the room to pack for Dublin. Stacey soon came home and we chatted with Maria del Mar for a bit until dinner at 9:30. We had grilled eggplant, iceberg lettuce (blech) salad, and three bunless hot dogs each. Fun. Then fruit salad for dessert (strawberry, banana, and pear). It actually wasn't a bad dinner, pretty satisfying. After dinner I showered and such and then explosions, screams, chants, and singing errupted. I guess Sevilla won. The noise never stopped, though. Seriously. It was ridiculous. It still is pretty ridiculous. Well, it's died down a bit, but spontaneous explosions and horn honkings occur. Needless to say, this may be a repeat of the night before Lagos. You know, having to wake up early, going to sleep early, sleep disrupted by insanity in the streets. Ugh. I seriously hadn't heard that much pandemonium since the Bulls won the 3-peat when I lived in Chicago. That was a pretty vivid memory, I remember thinking that I was going to die from a bomb or something. It was like that. They love their futbol here, what can I say? So here I am blogging at 11:30pm. I'm about ready to head to bed. Hey, that rhymed. I'm so psyched. Tomorrow I go to Dublin! I've been wanting to go to Ireland for years now, and it's finally happening!!! It's also my last trip before my family comes up, so it's my last official study abroad trip. I can't believe it. I get back on Sunday, the 14th, which is exactly a month until the end. My family comes up the 14th which will be the official end of my study abroad program. I mean, come the 14th I stop going to classes, the center, and I move out of my homestay. Then I become a tourist, not a student. I can't believe it. Time flies faster than I want. Oh well, no need dwelling on that, I'm going to DUBLIN tomorrow!!!!!