Day 22?

I'm not sure if my math is correct or not but I can't believe it has been 22 days since I've been in Spain.  Although, that's only 3 weeks and it makes sense since the first week I just lounged around and the next 2 weeks I've been in Spanish classes.

Speaking of which, class is MUCH harder than I expected.  I tested out better on grammar and vocabulary than the level at which I can speak/hear.  So, I stepped back a level and am still struggling to understand la maestra (teacher).  I'm considering switching to one-on-one tutoring next week but won't know if I can until Monday.

Other than missing school, I've found an English Pub that has become my daily haunt.  I've become friends with the bartenders (think Norm in "Cheers").  And, they won't let me speak any English with them.  It's been a great place to hang out - not just for the Cuban Rum - where I can do my homework and they actually enjoy helping me with it.  It's been great fun and their tapas are wonderful!

In any case, here's a pic of Philip, me and "Patricia" (my favorite bartender there).