Play time is over.

I woke up to my alarm at 9am and was not pleased about it that Wednesday morning. It was cloudy, gross, and cold out which greatly contrasted the hot, sunny day before. I rolled out of bed, got ready, and took the half hour walk to San Sebastian. It was so weird how gloomy and cold it was. On the walk there I ran into Elena who was on her way to class so I had some company along the way. I told her that Robby was here which provoked a whole conversation about how weird it was that we're both the same year in the RC with the same major and know each others' friends but never knew each other until coming to Sevilla. That is weird. I got to the bus station at around 10:20 and waited. I sat in the waiting area seats, hoping no bums would harrass me, and hoping that Robby would show up. I had no guarantees of his being there on time and no way of contacting him. At around 11 he still hadn't shown, but I had no choice but to wait, so I read more of "Los Siameses" for Teatro. At around 11:30 I thought that maybe he got lost or couldn't find the entrance, so I made a circle around the station, but no luck. When I walked back him I spotted him in line to buy his bus ticket. Turns out my alarm didn't go off, but he woke up on his own at 10:45 and just planned on taking the 12pm bus to Granada. No big deal. He bought his ticket and gave me my phone back. We then went out to the terminal just as his bus pulled up at 11:45. We had time to kill so we just sat on the bench outside talking, mostly about his next semester in San Francisco. It's so weird that that would be the last time that I'd see him before January. Wow. That weirded me out. At about five till he had to board. We hugged multiple times. I wanted to cry. It was so great to see him, but too short. I was so happy that he took the time and money to come see me. He's such an awesome friend and person and I'm going to miss him so much. I already miss him so much and I want to cry writing this blog. We said our final goodbyes and he boarded. I can't believe it: 8 months without Robby Griswold. So strange. I was sad walking back to town, and the weather just augmented my sentiment. I walked to the center where I just messed around online doing research for my family's trip in June. Now that Robby was gone play time was over. I had a crapton of things to do for the next 4 weeks: catch up on my blogs, post pictures, plan my family European vacation, read for my lit. classes, and study for art history. Yep, play time was definitely over. I'm not ready to be serious! I then had Lope 2-3 which was just as boring as I had remembered, then an hour break in which I ate my lunch and did more online research, then Teatro which was okay, Camacho started talking about "Los Siameses" which somehow involved him showing us a magazine clipping of a man caressing a cow's head. Supposedly it had some weird psychoanalytic sexual implications that relate to the play we're reading. Who knows, Camacho's a silly man. After than I returned to the center for more research. I then became aware of how much I had to do that day. I talked to Sam who had gone to Morocco on his own, not on a program, so I could get an idea of travel and such to and in Morocco. I then became quite aware of the fact that Morocco was going to be harder to plan than I thought and I couldn't do this on my own. Bottom line: I needed a serious parent talk that night. At 6 I headed to Art History which was surprisingly interesting. We learned about gothic church architecture and we looked at slides of Notre Dame. I think that I get the most interested in lectures that reference places I've actually been. Wow, I'm spoiled here in Europe, haha. Love it. After class I walked straight home because I had a lot of things to do, mostly on the computer. I got home, and Stacey still hadn't returned yet. She had spent the last few days away from home, the center, and school because Ryan was still in town. His flight was to leave Sevilla at 9:30 pm Wednesday night, so Stacey must have still been at the airport with him. I worked online doing blogs and research until dinner at 9:30. This was so exciting: my first dinner with Maruja in what seemed like forever! I missed eating at home, it's one of my favorite times of the day. Not because of the food, well, partly because of the food, but also because it's the only time that I really get to spend with Maruja. Maria del Mar ate with us, too, so I got to share all about Lagos (minus the shitshow part). Dinner was great as usual and very typical Maruja. Those lightly fried chicken filets, and this really yummy sautee that I want to try to make in the States: potatoes, onion, and zuchinni. Simple, yet delicious. I was a huge fan. For dessert we had fruit salad swimming in fresh-squeezed orange juice which would have been good had I not had 2 major canker sores that got irritated to the point of causing me to cry with every sip. I apologized and told Maruja that I had mouth sores that were being irritated by the citric acid, but, being the older Spanish woman who loves her home remedies, she told me that the vitamin C would help cure them (which is true). So I sucked it up and gulped it down. My face was burning from it. Then I went back to the room and worked online. Maria del Mar came in and I showed her my pictures from Feria and she asked me to send her some of my pics and the pics of her in her dress. The internet was moving way too slow so I told her that I'd get around to it. At around 10:30 Stacey came home! She was acting perky, but she did not look great. She was obviously pretty heartbroken about having to say goodbye to Ryan. She had an amazing time with him. I felt so sorry for her, but reassured her that she had made it 4 months, now it was only one and a half more and it would fly by...especially with how much she would now have to concentrate on her studies. She understood, but that didn't stop her from feeling sad. I felt so badly, but at the same time I was overjoyed to see her. I missed my roomie!! I really, really did! We chatted for awhile until she made a parents call. I then called my mom and had a long conversation and worked on planning our trip. Stressful! Then I blogged some more and by 2ish I was in bed. I was so tired from the lack of sleep over the past week, and the weather. I mean, I had not had a full night's sleep since the previous Wednesday, so that night was sure to be a treat. Yayyyy sleep!