i'm in Spain. And i haven't slept in 30 hours.
i made it to my host home. Carolina and i are settled into our little Spanish room in our not-so-little Spanish apartment with our precious Spanish mama.
We got to Spain at some point this morning and got on a bus for some amount of time and it all feels like a dream. It turns out that flying through the night and skipping time isn't as glamorous as it sounds. i couldn't trick my body into sleeping on the plane. Honestly, i'm in awe that my fingers are typing right now. My body feels like it's literally being weighed down by all that i've experienced in the past 30 hours. (i just fell asleep while writing this. i am a wonder.)
The schedule of the Spanish people is unlike anything i've every experienced. We eat a big dinner at 2pm and a light lunch at 9pm. If it weren't for that schedule, i would be fast asleep by now.
(As i was writing this, we were called to dinner... and then i fell asleep.)