Up and at ’em early for class again. Chatted with a singer-friend of V.’s over breakfast, and then galloped down the hill to study more Spanish. (I’ve discovered that if it’s before 8:30am, everything I’m doing is a horrible idea and I don’t wanna do it and why, but as soon as it’s 9:30am, I pop back into normal-cheery mode. This is why I am not allowed to make important decisions in the mornings.)
In class, we wrote a page about un evento importante in our lives, in order to practice more with all those fancy past tenses. I wrote about El Nacimiento De Mi Sobrina, the birth of my lovely wee niece (because I’m a big ol’ softy sometimes).
I had a hot dog for lunch, to my great surprise: I went to a sandwicheria and ordered their special, which looked like a bread roll covered in green and white goop, but turned out to be a hot dog cunningly spackled over with sliced tomatoes and a mountain of guacamole. Read More