So, if you hadn't heard, I missed my flight to Paris last weekend. Yes. My flight was at 10:05am, so I set my alarm for 6:30am in order to have time to shower, have some breakfast, etc. Wellllll, I woke up at 11am. This was clearly my fault, and if you don't know this about me, I am a chronic snooze presser. I often set my alarm one, even two hours earlier than I need to wake up and just continuously press snooze. I'm not really sure why I do this, or when I started doing this, but the fact is, I just do. Therein lied my problem: my watch alarm has no snooze option, so I can imagine 6:30am rolled around, I hit one button to turn it off, and that was the end of it. So after freaking out and calling my parents at 4am their time (Sorry, mom and dad) to see what I should do, I decided that I should just defer my Parisian adventure to May, when I have three weeks to travel. I think it will work out pretty well. My hope is that everyone gets a quota of one travel mess up, and then it can't happen again!
Other then that, I just finished up the week from hell: midterms. It really started the week before this one, with a paper due and a poetry exam. This week, I had a grammar quiz, a history exam, a culture/communication exam, and a literature exam. Oh, and three of those were on the same day. Generally speaking, I think they went well.
Tomorrow, I'm taking a day trip with my program to Tarragona. Fun fact: In Roman times, the city was named Tarraco, and at one point, was the capital of the entire Roman empire. Score one for Catalunya.
Also, I JUST booked a flight for Amsterdam for next weekend (March 12-14). I PROMISE that I will be able to post a successful weekend journey where I actually made it the country this time.
Rumination: WHY do the older Spanish women here think it's ok/attractive/flattering/appropriate to dye their hair bright, unnatural colors? I'm talking bubblegum pink, fire engine red, and Mardi Gras purple.
Funny story: Last night, I needed to borrow a hair straightener from the girls down the hall. I told my roommate Beata that I would be right back and that I had to go molest the girls for their hair straightener. Clearly I can't speak English anymore, and what I wanted to say was I was going to go bother them for their straightener. Molestar=to bother.
That's all folks, have a great weekend!
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