España!

Ese teclados es muy er....confusing. Yo no sé para usar el computador. Ben hablé en MSN, pero yo no responde para yo no como sé.

Yeah, okay, I´m done typing in Spanish, it´s too hard. We´re in La Costa del Sol, Málaga today. The Mediterranean is AWESOME. When we arrived, it was colder than it was that morning when we were in Granada, but I still went in up to my neck. Jon tried to push me over, but he couldn´t, so we just splashed obnoxious amounts of water on each other. I still taste like salt.

We´re taking the hydro-foil to Tangiers tomorrow morning. This is the part of the trip I´ve been most looking forward to. Our guide, Violeta, explained it was an entirely Muslim city, so there´s sure to be really interesting architecture. Plus, the economy is a trade system, so we´ll have to barter with the vendors. I´m excited.

I love Spain. I could definitely come here again, and it´s made me less wary of studying abroad. This is the only surefire way to make another language stick in your brain. However, as much as I love it here, the presents I got for people are getting rather heavy, and I´m sick of carrying them. Maybe all of you should just come here, so I don´t have to carry them anymore, and then I don´t have to leave. That´d be nice. Ah well, ´nough dreaming for now. Hafta get back to the room. The hotel is nearly entirely elderly Germans and Britains, and, as amusing as the rummy game is that´s going on behind me in which case the grey-haired British woman should get rid of that Queen of Spades as soon as possible, I´m getting rather sleepy, and Lilah´s nearly done with her magazine. Carmon´s probably still watching tennis. Think I´ll make her switch it to German fútbol. Buenas noches!