We are leaving early tomorrow morning for Granada. We´re sleeping there Friday night and then a bunch of us are taking a bus to a beach in Malaga. Mediterranean. Whatever, it´s sun.

I´m wearing my speedo irregardless.

I really wanted to windsurf at Tifara which is by the strait or somewhere along the west coast. I hope that works out because these are premier locations in Europe. I have everyone all about it now. They´re in for a surprise! If I go I will probably try kite surfing too. But again, that won´t be this weekend.

I have no idea what this weekend will entail–no one in the lounge right now does either. The tendency is not to care because we get stuck on boring guided tours.

Last night we all went to see the last season game of Seville F.C. They are terrible. They lost at home, but their fans were still excited. The tickets were free–they just wanted to fill the stands. My housebrothers advised me not to wear the jersey that I bought for the opposing Sevillan team, Real Betis, to the game. I took their advice, but the truth is the majority of the F.C. fans weren´t even teenagers yet. It was interesting.

Shit I´m late for culture class.