Freaky Early

As during the exams the library is quite a popular place to be - all the fashionistas go there, as I have told you before -you have to be there early to mark your spot for the rest of the day. So I got up at 7:45 and arrived at the library at 8:45 - which in a student's world, is early - and it was... full. Spanish students are freaky early people, and it fills me with guilt!

But the surprising thing is this: the library opens at 8am, has 8 rooms with place for about 120 people to sit down, so you do the math and calculate exactly how many people have arrived withing the 45-minute span in which I was completing my morning ritual. And with all do respect to all you people out there who do go to places at 8am: I refuse to be seen anywhere outside my bed at 8am unless I'm being paid for it!

So that's how I discovered the studying spaces in the aulario buildings - oh, how exciting my life is! - where I spent the morning with Lena, Steffi and Carola and -yawn- my notes from Economia Social for the zillionth time.

For the rest, not much news. Life isn't very exciting this time of the year, regardless of whether you're living in a city filled with palmtrees and parties. I guess the most exciting thing that happened yesterday was that I burnt my broccolis to coal while sewing the hem of my new trousers.

It's still a strange notion to me that in 3 weeks I'll be home again. It seems like I still have an eternity to spend here. Time flies - and some day I'll wake up and say: "Oh my god! I'm 40!". And I suppose that's how it happens... that in three weeks time, I'll wake up and say:"... How come it's such lousy weather? Oh yeah..."