girls poop.

Well, this past week was amazing. I can honestly say for the first time that I am loving being here. A group of like 12 of us went out both Thursday and Friday nights and just had fun and hung out. It was freakin amazing. On Friday night, we went to this place where you pay 14 euros and can eat and drink all you want. It was absolutely ridiculous. I ended up drinking like one glass of wine with dinner because I ate so much that I was almost sick. So, I guess I got my 14 euros worth. Haha. We went out on Friday night to the little bar by school. It was awesome. We just danced and were ridiculous. I got pizza from the place across the street called (in Spanish) Lord of the Pizzas. I mean, really? If you are old enough to own a pizza place, should you really think it is appropriate to name it Lord of the Pizzas? Wow. Of course, I ended up dropping a pepperoni on my shirt. I had just gotten the shirt cleaned. Awesome. My madre is cleaning it, so it better be good. I have decided that I am going to love my madre. We are going to be best friends, and she can't change that. So I have taken to calling her Maria (behind her back) and smiling at her and hugging her whenever I can. Probably, she's going to come to my wedding and be Godmother to my children, even though we don't really do that in the Baptist church. But we will now. For Maria! We had a very friendly talk about how much I despise my lunch sandiwches that she gives me every day. So now I will have lettuce and/or tomato on my sandwich regularly. Thankfully. Maria loves me. But, regardless. Saturday afternoon, the school took a trip to Calpe, which is this beach town in the Community of Valencia. It is beautiful and home to this huge rock that apparently looks like the Rock of Gibraltar. That's what Maria told me. So, we climbed the rock. We thought it was going to be a light trek. Oh no. We climbed for about 3 hours and were absolutely drenched in sweat. But, we made it to the top and got some amazing pictures, which will be posted tomorrow. It was a really cool experience making it to the top with friends. I know Christy was surprised my limp legs made it. But, speaking of Christy, she taught me something this weekend that I have tried to avoid my whole life. You may not know this, so brace yourself. But... girls poop. Yes. Hard to hear, but true. Christy decided that she should hold it the entire day. So on the way back down the mountain, she literally stopped every few minutes to make sure she didn't go in her pants. I, of course, was tickled by this and decided to poke her and make fun of her as often as I could. Because I am a loving person. That night, we watched the Moors and Christians parade. I don't know why, but there were a lot more Moors. I don't understand it because the Spaniards really don't like them. Oh well. We ate dinner at a restaurant where the evil waitress tried to overcharge us. Luckily, we had some Spanish speakers with us who ended that quite quickly. After dinner, I got churros. Not to brag, but I did. Sorry. I know you're jealous. Sunday, I met with my intercambio, who is a really cool girl. We hung out and spoke Spanish for literally three hours. Incredible. And then I studied alllll day at Starbucks. It was awesome. Kinda. Oh... and today I took the most vague test I have ever seen. Who knows what I will get. And I am now a member of a gym. Yes. And I might be playing soccer tonight. Holler.