Three weeks left in Madrid.

I saw Batman Begins last night in Spanish. It was exhausting. I woke up during parts I had never seen before.

We are now getting lunch and dinner and laundry. Our housemother is a riot. Her volume of her voice drops only to ask “Que?” and is otherwise never softer than a shout. She even screams in her sleep. Victoria, oh Victoria, how you better not mess up my clothes. . .

The grades for the Seville program were posted. I got two A-‘s. I’m not sure why yet, but I hope to find out. We all thought I was at the top of the class. All of the voices in my head at least.

We finally found a pool table. The bar serves free peanuts which means there are a lot of shells and skins on the cloth, which is more like felt, but we found a pool table. If I could cash in my opponents’ frustration and agony, I would be a hustler.

Today the owner gave us three sets of beach paddles.

I know how to structure that last sentence with correct Spanish grammar.

Plans fell through today but tomorrow the plan is to (Spanish verb is better) go up a tower from which we will be able to see all of Madrid. And then maybe we’ll know where we want to go. There are two more art museums on my list for sure.

Thursday I will be playing, with nine other international studetns, against a team of Complutense professors. I am number two on the list. I know almost everyone who signed up after me. I hope the first guy is good.