Puking In a Church

So yesterday was pretty uneventful. A few of us went to a Flamenco class that the school put on, and it was so much fun! After the dance, the program put on a welcome party...which is odd since we have been here like two weeks now...but we met some pretty cool people, and drink quite a bit of Tinto de Verano (def bringing this back with me to the states!)

Well after all this, we wanted to go out. Doctor Palacios even said he would go out, but there was no way he was taking shots with us. He gave in :) In the bar we kept talking to him, and finally he said, "Chicos, stop calling me Dr. Palacios...I get embarrassed. Call me Fernando at the bar." He taught us this cool little cheer "Arriba, abajo, al centro, al dentro" (Up, down, center, inside in English. But doesn't sound nearly as cool) Oh so get this, we go to a little sit down outside bar, and Fernando tells the little waiter guy what he wants to drink. The waiter says, "Where are you from, I love you accent." He rubs Palacios' arm! I look at him when the waiter leaves and said, "Umm hmm" and he acts like he has no idea what I am talking about. Finally he smiles and says, "What, are you jealous?"

On a little side note...People here are obsessed with...The Simpsons. They are everywhere. The street musicians have dancing Simpson puppets, the glasses in our kitchen are Simpson themed, it is always on TV. You name it, their is a Simpson's version of it.

Argh, so I stayed out a bit too late last night...I'm talking like 6:30. I had to be up and at the Cathedral tour at 11, and let me tell you, walking 45 minutes in the blazing Sevilla heat to visit a hot church does nothing to help a hangover. I was freaked because I felt sick, but there wasn't a bathroom in site! What would have happened if I would have puked in the middle of an 800 year old Cathedral??? The words fire and brimstone come to mind.