Still having a blast in Spain, but things have calmed down.  I’m done traveling to far-away cities and neighboring countries, and from here on out (11 days left!!!) I will be enjoying every little thing about Granada before I leave.

This week has been full of tests, presentations and an interview (which counts as the final exam for my Oral Spanish class).  I’ve been busy studying instead of enjoying the hot weather - but the heat has also been unbearable.  It’s in the upper 90s every day and cools down a little at night, but only after like 2 am, so I can’t really enjoy that.  So combined with my really loud neighbors, it’s hard to sleep at night sometimes.  I hear that Chicago has been rainy and cold… no worries, I’ll bring the heat with me when I come home :)

Yesterday I woke up feeling kinda woozy and had a stomachache, but I had a big presentation in my 9am Culture of Spain class, so I had to suck it up.  I ate breakfast and headed to school.  As soon as I got there, however, I knew something was wrong.  I tried really hard to shake off the nauseated feeling in my stomach, but as soon as we were beginning the presentation, I had to leave the classroom, and within 30 seconds, I was throwing up in the garbage can outside :(  I am not sure where it came from, and I know for sure it wasn’t nervousness, because I am NEVER sick from being nervous.  I must have eaten something weird.  I felt sooo bad because my group had to continue the presentation without me as I sat on the floor of the hallway, alternating throwing up into the garbage next to me and trying to stomach a few bites of bread.  Luckily my teacher was understanding, and I went home to lie in bed and recover.  My host mom made me toast and gave me a lemon drink to soothe my stomach, and I slept for many hours.  Luckily that made me feel a little better, so I spent the rest of the day relaxing in my pajamas and studying for my exam.

Today I feel so much better.  Tonight we have our July 4th celebration, which I wish had real American food — totally appropriate for a July 4th party, in my opinion — but instead we’re going to a Mediterranean restaurant in the hills.  

11 days left … I just can’t believe it.