To grace, heather, and michela... you would have a heart attack at spanish fashion. there are so many shoes, and dresses, and polka dots and bright beautiful things. its incredibly overwhelming yet alluring.
someone tell kris... i ran into a pane of glass at the madrid train station, and a guy laughed at me. they shouldnt use glass for walls when im around.
brian would be proud.. ive been drinking a lot of water. everyone knows how i dont drink any. except the two last days. and i only drank wine. and i half regret it. bleh.
grace, heather, and michela again... everyone in spain has a dog. and they are all ridiculously scruffy and small and mangy like little thea. i swear i see theas cousin daily.
grace, dont go jogging in morocco. this one girl got followed when she did that.
thats it for now. i think i had more but my belly is a washing machine of last nights wine.