1. Everyone has a purse. I have a hiking backpack. Everyone’s purses are black, brown, or maybe maroon. My backpack is blue, green, red, orange, purple, yellow… I do in fact like my backpack better than a purse but it is quite heavy and annoying to carry around all day. Then again, a purse probably would be too.
2. I struck gold today with the Spanish version of Crisp and Green: Honest Greens. The Spicy Feta bowl was really good and there are at least 10 more bowls/dishes I must try. It’s avocado everything here! This place might even be going beyond the fit bit moms and instagram walls so beloved to Crisp and Green- they offer like five different types of water (I went with still room temperature splashed with a bit of the still cold and it didn’t disappoint). The question- and the answer is no- is if this posh salad lunch is worth $60-70 a week.
3. The U Miami kids can be difficult… very difficult… sigh. And they’re practically 2/3 of the students here so I find myself highly disappointed with the chance to meet new people.
4. Never have I ever put so much thought into cellular data, data roaming, and WiFi. The existence of WiFi is becoming a pretty salient reason for going somewhere.
5. I was 1 minute late to my first “Sustainable Development in the Mediterranean” class because I got lost. When you were just rushing to buy shampoo and conditioner in this very odd-smelling corner store and trying to decide if you wanted the “Multi-vitamin” or “Volume” kind and then realize you have exactly 10 minutes until class starts and you’re not sure where you are and your phone doesn’t work cuz now the only place it works is at Cristina’s house, the buildings all start to look the same. But I used my invincible powers of memory, logical deduction (kinda), and quick steps to make it there almost on time.
6. Then I proceeded to flight off sleep for the entire hour and 45 minutes of class. And by fight off sleep, I really mean fight. I physically couldn’t get my eyes to open all the way and about every 4 seconds my body would automatically shut down and I’d start falling to my left side until the shock would wake me up and I’d snap back into position. It was a trying time, and of course now I feel wide awake.
7. I keep wondering if Seville might’ve been a better place to go. Maybe people there would be slightly less obsessed with partying until 5am and getting drunk every night and slightly more nice. I really can’t decide if I want to rebel against the system and go off and have adventures on my own or prioritize actually having friends and succumb myself to four months of dreading the weekends and a wacky messed up sleep schedule, aka no sleep.
8. That was a sad one to end on so I added one more!