Case of the Mondays

Last night we went to an irish pub named paddys to watch the vikings game! We showed up and im pretty sure every single american in granada was at that pub! i didn´t see one spaniard! So anyway, the game didn´t start until midnight here, but we were all in for a long haul because i reeeeally wanted the vikes to make it to the super bowl. So we all squeeze in and about ten minutes later someone goes, Maggie! I look and it is Alise Carlson! (a girl I played volleyball with in highschool). but how random! in the same town and same pub in spain!!! So everyone was super into it, then 3 am rolls around and the owner has to kick everyone out because of some rule or something? so anyway it got right up to the end and i didn´t even get to see the end! but its okay cause it probably would have ruined my night. I was so pumped during it though to tell everyone i was from minnesota cause was a true minnesotan cheering for the vikes there! (keep in mind this was like the second game ive watched all year-but it was still cool). So then this morning we had to get up at like 9 and had a class at 10- then i had the afternoon to myself to go get much needed school clothes- i really didn´t realize how much of the bare minimum i had brought for clothing until i found myself rotating between like 3 shirts everyday. I got lost and found some really cool parks, one i had seen before but didnt get time to walk through it, it has leafless trees all over growing in the cement, its really cool. When i got back to the school for evening class students kept asking me if i saw the accident? i was like, what accident? i guess a woman, (still not sure of age or any other info) got hit by a bus and was lying inthe street and was guessed to be dead- we are not 100% sure of anything but pray anyway! alot of my friends saw the woman laying there with blood everywhere so they are having a hard time with everything. - and then we walked extra careful back from school. you should see how fast these buses go though, i get scared just standing on the street when they go by! noone would stand a chance against one of those things. So......for a little comic relief after that depressing story- tonight i sat down to eat supper and it was a plate full of like this potatoe thing, i lifted it up to tear it, and a hair of my host mom was creased into the bottom of it. i just pulled it out, threw some ketchup on it and thought to myself over and over again about how there were starving children in africa.