They asked me in Spanish and I was actually able to converse with them and tell them accurately! At least, I hope it was as successful as I think it was. I never saw them again, so I assume they found their location...
Since it was such a nice day, I decided to get out of the apartment and go to the plaza to study after class. Because, you know, MIDTERMS ON THURSDAY. Eeeek. How are they already so close? Despite the fact that I'm in Spain and I like learning, school is still school and I despise tests and homework. The stress is settling in.
Unfortunately, as much as I enjoyed studying in the plaza, I don't enjoy the sunburn I got all over my left arm. Turns out the sun is pretty hot here. Oh and you know what else happened? Funny story...Teresa made some sort of spaghetti for lunch today, and of course I spilled some sauce on my white shirt. I didn't think much of it, and simply used my Tide to Go (product placement- endorsements, please?) to wipe it clean. But apparently I didn't wait long enough for it to dry or whatever, because as I was leaving the plaza, I saw the sun had some sort of reaction with the Tide and now that part of my shirt is a different color than the rest. Greatttttt.
Speaking of Teresa and food- she is so very generous that I always have more than enough to eat. And each morning she gives me a juice box, a croissant, and a Kit Kat to take to school with me. However, I never usually eat these because my friends and I go to the cafe, and pasties with cafe con leche always sound so delicious that I have to buy them. I've tried telling Teresa this, but in her generosity, she keeps insisting I keep them for later. As a result, I have a collection of these items in my backpack that I've been lugging around. Today, I finally made use of them all, though! In my first class, one girl was complaining about how she doesn't get much food since her Spanish mom prepares very little. Another joined in saying she is never given any breakfast. I opened my backpack to reveal my stash, and their eyes grew wide. So, I ended up sharing with them. Later, in my second class, this one guy who sits near me was getting very irritable and cranky. I overheard him tell the professor that he was just very hungry. I told him I had snacks, but he at first refused them. Minutes later, he asked to take me up on my offer. So now I think I'm like a vending machine. But no one pays me.
Anywho, time to get back to studying!