Who is that silly girl playing the warm waves of Cádiz. Why VIOLETA of course!

Well. What a good day. I didn´t go to school and instead went to go pick up my Official Spanish ID Card. Juan has an apartment that is right across from the Official Government Building, so after picking up what I needed and I dropped off my stuff at his place and went to go hit up the town.

Cádiz is split into two parts; the new city and the old city and a large stone bridge type thing marks the border. The new part is not very interesting, mostly just banks, official buildings, and the beach. The old part is much better, filled with cool stores and plazas. Walking from the new part to the old part, I saw a HUGE cruise boat in the harbor. I mean HUGE. Emblazoned on its blue walls, were the words "Holland American Tours. WELCOME!" and as the first smattering of fat, pasty, visor wearing people waddled by, I couldn't help but snicker.

Hit up some cool stores. Unlike San Francisco, there aren´t any used clothing stores and of course no Haight street, and I had to find the next best thing, which was a small store run by a silly pregnant woman who wore earrings that were tiny toothpaste tubes. I, being my mother´s daughter, tried hard to be successful at shopping, but was not. And just bought a shirt. But with a smile on my face. I also tried on a weird M.IA meets Fiest bodysuit that was SO FLY--but 300€. I almost, ALMOST, broke the famed Elson family sunglass buying rule, but didn´t.

After two hours of walking around, feeling nifty, my tummy was telling me it was time to COMER! My favorite Moroccan to go restaurant wasn´t open, so I had to find the next best things. And found nothing. I walked allll the way back to the new part and heard the beach calling me. I found myself ordering a sangwich and a pepsi and went to eat on the beach. Listening to music, soaking up the sun, and eating a delIIIIsh ´wich was quite nice. Being in my skinny jeans was not fun. I was so hot. And ended up rolling up my shirt and pants and basically rolling the sand. I got tiny little sand particles in every single part of my body and clothes. After a good hour or so, the only thing I wanted was a bathing suit. I put on my shoes (without socks) and tried to brush off as much sand as I could. I had no idea where I was. I hoped I was close to Juan´s apartment. Walking off of the beach, I found myself next a very familiar looking garage. OMG. Yes it was. The flat was RIGHT THERE. I can´t even describe the JOY and niftiness I felt to lug my ass up 16 flights of stairs, magically find my SPIDERMAN boxers in my backpack and hit up the beach AGAIN. For another 2 hours. So amazing.

And I discovered something that I always sort of knew. I love being alone. My own company is so nice. I can do whatever I want, whenever, without any questions being asked. And people are nicer when you are alone, well at least to me. I made quite lovely conversation with random people who were also on the beach. Let me just describe my feelings "I am so COOLLLLL" that is really what I felt. It was nice to have those feelings for once. And being in my spiderman boxers and tank top, looking a little sunburned and just chilln. So nice.

And that was my day.

And this month will also be amazing. Sunday I leave for Barcelona with my class (medium thumbs up) then it is Holy week (no thumbs up) and THENNNN I go to PARIS (two thumbs up) and then VIEENNAAA (a million thumbs up)

YEEEEE

and then it is May and then it is June and then I am BACK!

Ok. so I also recorded and really silly video of the Campo and will try to upload it soon.

YAY!