Finding Paradise: This Is Spain

So Spain can be a frustrating place at times. The eat on a completely different schedule, they can't drive, and they all look like they stepped out of the Vogue catalog...everyday. I have come to the conclusion that there are two truths to Spain. These help me not get so frustrated: (1) NOTHING makes sense here. (2) There is always going to be a fishy odor in the air on the streets. I started to use these truths after a brief diva attack in the post office. So I needed to mail one...just one...postcard to Drew and John. I waited in the line for about 15 minutes to talk to the little lady at the front desk, and right when I get to the front, a man cuts in front of me. I look at him and ask what he was doing to which he replies, "Numero". He holds up his ticket...apparently you need to get a number to talk to the desk, even though there is no sigh in sight that tells you this vital information. Well, I freak out a little. And by that I mean I throw my card down, and start screaming, cussing rather. I storm out and just want to punch the nearest Spaniard right in the balls. This is how I got the name, from Andrea and Jesse, Post Office Diva. (BTW I can't pretend I was too badass to leave the card. I picked it up.
Oh! I finally got to yell at a passing car yesterday! Yeah, you know how you always see the crazy European drivers, and them yelling at people on the street? Well...this wasn't like that, but it was still kinda cool. I was on the cross walk, and this taxi comes within 5 inches on ramming into my leg...now after getting ran over in Macon last fall...I'm a bit timid when it comes to cars. I resist the urge to slam my hands down on his hood, and opt instead for a both hands in the air, and a "Watch where you are F$@&ing going!"
Ok another thing I am fascinated with....everyone here is gay, well figuratively. All the straight guys dress just as nice as the nancy boys, and boy do they know how to party. We went to a disco last night, and I swear I felt like I was walking into a big ole Gay bar. The music was awesome and dance, and the people were all dancing. There was no, "I'm to cool to dance". It was high energy, and highly gay (figuratively).
Well I'm going to try and get myself into some crazy situations this weekend. I know this blog lacks a bit. Here are some pictures courtesy of my classmates in Spain. Thank god for you guys since my camera is almost dead!