38 IS THE SAME AS 39

A lovely lil pub called the Media Pinta hosted the Americans of Alcala de Henares for some hard core Obama celebrations on Tuesday. We drank sangria and concentrated on the muffled English in between a forceful Spanish translation. It was awesome.

We brought the party back to Resa 100% American style - hot dogs, hamburgers, french fries, beer pong, and alcohol from red, white, and blue bottles only. Mary wore her Obama T and the Aussies made us proud with their pride for our new president. Marta and Alberto, 2 of my Spanish friends/neighbors, came, as did Pabs and Evan's roomie, Juan. Partay. We walked it out and 2 stepped until our caring mother-figure of a security guard, Luisa, informed us that fiestas aren't actually allowed in the residency. Marta disagreed.

On the way back to my room, still overcome by the swagger of Barockin Obaminator, Marta helped me buy a flight to go to her house in Galicia, outside of Santiago, in a couple weeks to visit her. It's going to be amazing. Alberto chilled with us for awhile, too - singing his favorite Madonna songs and seeing how many inappropriate American song quotes he could say in a row.

Yesterday, I had class, went to a delightful grilled cheese lunch with Sarah and Amanda, I walked around Alcala aimlessly, pondered in Starbucks, had DQ class, went to the mall where I, again, wandered aimlessly, and then went through Marta's itunes with Alberto, which was slightly more than completely and absolutely hilarious, and then Marta and I became rather preoccupied with Google Earth and sharing stories of our quaint childhoods.

Today was glorious. We didn't have cinema class, because we had it for twice the time yesterday. From 12:30 until 21:30 I was in Madrid with Kristen. We found an incredible cafe for lunch where they actually had vegetarian food and didn't put an egg on everything we ordered. We got completely and totally lost over and over again and we had a fabulous time. I found boots and a jacket and Kristen found a bag and a shirt - everything was quite a deal. Then we had veggie burgers for dinner! I was not aware that Spain had heard of such delicacies! We made it home in time to head to Gabanna Bar for free sangria/fruit punch that's called sangria and splendid dancing to music to which one can only jump.

Now I'm off to pack for our weekend trip to Granada. Oh yes - the title. When I was buying my boots I asked for a 38. The stern Chinese woman told me to try 40. I said they're too big, I need a 38. She told me to try 39. I said they're better, but they don't fit, because I'm a 38. She said that I can have the 39's. I asked if she had a size 38. Then a different, scarier woman said 38 is almost 39. They're the same size. They fit fine. I disagreed, but something about her ice cold glare was convincing and I bought the 39's.

Also, this really really really attractive guy at McDonald's and I looked back at each other twice after first making eye contact when we passed each other. It's probably love and fate and my future husband.