Un fin de semana muy tranquilo...

Dear parents, I hope you're reading this. I have to be honest. In the US I used to not really mind the smell of cigarette smoke. In fact, because so few people did it, I almost thought, like Carry from Sex and the City, that it was something kind of dark and deep and really cool. Then I came to Europe, where smoking is about as common as chewing gum. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it. Can I say that enough? I think that if you were to put a cigarette in my mouth today I would vomit for several consecutive hours on end. I hate it. I have been having the worst allergies of my life lately (I know, I never used to) and walking into smokey bars these past few nights certainly has not made matters any better. I hate it. I am sick of my eyes watering and having a water fountain for a nose. I hate it.

OK done with my rant. Today a few friends and I laid out beside the river for a few hours, enjoying the warm Toledo spring day. I think I got some color, finally. We decided to just hang in Toledo and then go to Madrid for the weekend– something a little calmer and definitely way cheaper. I cannot believe I go home in 39 days. I keep having these dreams that I am on my way there and I wake up shaking it off, thinking it never will actually happen, but now that it is so close I am starting to feel like I am living in some kind of surreality. I cannot believe it, but I am so excited. Only thing I am really not excited for is saying goodbye to my host family and this amazing place.