Malaga!

I'm mostly writing because I have a 4 page composition (yes, in Spanish) due tomorrow as well as a test on the subjunctive/indicative/conditional tenses. Welcome to procrastination at it's finest. I'm also writing because I just returned from Malaga and I don't want to forget everything that I wanted to share about it. Although, I'm sure I've already forgotten half of the cool/exciting things. I need a camera crew to follow me around. Or just for my eye to be a video camera and record everything so I can watch it again. That'd be pretty sweet.

Friday morning I woke up super early to catch the 8am bus to Malaga with my classmates. It's about a 4 hour bus ride, so I had plenty of time to catch back up on my sleep. We got to Malaga and found our hostel. It was really nice for being a hostel. We put our stuff up and changed into our bathing suits and set out to explore/find the beach. I love Malaga. It's beautiful. I really like the architecture of the buildings and it's right on the Mediterranean Sea so it's all beachy and blue. We found the beach and then realized that nobody had a towel. We also had a little culture shock when we remembered/ saw that they have a "no tops" rule. Oh well, we were there and laying on our clothes seemed to do the job of keeping us from getting overly sandy. Then the two Europeans that were with us decided to go swimming, so everyone followed. Let me tell you how fucking cold the Mediterranean Sea is. I'm pretty sure I literally stopped breathing for a second when I went under water. And the people from here just frolic in it like it's no big deal. But none the less, now I can say I've swam in the Mediterranean. (That's 3 different "oceans" in 4 months...not too shabby!)

Then Friday night we decided to do this pub crawl that the hostel offered. It was pretty fun. We went to like 4 different places, some bars, some clubs (but not discotecas- they're different). It was fun and we drank alot and danced alot. Malaga night life is hoppin. There were people out everywhere, of all ages! We got back to the hostel around 4:30am and passed out. (Some of us literally, some figuratively.)

On Saturday we woke up too late to get the free breakfast so we got dressed and went to a little cafe for some food. Then we went to the Picasso Museum. It was pretty cool. Picasso was such a good artist. His early stuff is amazing and then his later abstractish stuff is pretty cool. Like I guess you have to be pretty crazy to see what he sees in some of it but it's still great art. Then we went to some other art museum. The art was really good but I'm not that into art and for me they kind of all look the same after awhile. Then we went to the beach again. Then we spent Saturday night in the bar. Fabulous.

Today we walked around, ate lunch at a cafe and caught the bus back. Now I'm just hanging out with my hermano about to learn some Spanish grammar and procrastinating on everything I need to do for tomorrow. My grades won't be happy about that. And my guess is, neither will my parents. (hey, mom and dad!) We are going out to dinner in about 2 hours. Yes, that is 10pm. Apparently, on Sundays, you go out to dinner. Fantastic. I love not doing homework and staying up all night to be tired all the next day. Welcome to my life. Always.

PS Today is my (real) brother's birthday. He's 19. I miss him. Happy birthday, Harrison!