Days Thirty-nine, Forty and Forty-one

Friday

Friday Night I met up with Erasmus friends again: two Brazilians, two Spaniards, and three Italians. We headed to 100 Montaditos and got to talking about my absolute favorite thing to discuss amongst multilingual groups: language. Everyone was imitating the accents of everyone else, one of the Brazilian guys is very good (I assume) at doing Brazilian accents, and I finally got the opportunity to ask a Spaniard what my accent was like when I spoke Spanish. They said (and this is the most important part) that I didn't sound like a gringo, but that they couldn't quite place me, but sounded like a hybridized Latin American accent. I've also been told by Mexicans that I have a Spanish accent, so assuming that Spaniards would not hear a slight Spanish accent if I had one, I'm inclined to believe I have a mix of Latin American and Spanish accents, which is honestly exactly what I want.

Saturday

Not much during the day; In the evening I went to Zahra and Abbey's place and met Erin and Romina. We started out making a delectable bit of rum-sangria before heading out and going to a nearby bar where we were roped into getting free shots (oh lord, how ever did they convince us?) and dancing to the music which is, in Spain, perpetually American pop music. Then went to a Mexican restaurant - the first genuine Mexican I've had since being here, and the massive pile of guacamole-smothered nachos were fantastic, as were the mojitos which are by far the best I've ever had.

After everything wound down I decided to walk home. 3 miles of very interesting (read: urine-scented) sections of the city, but also some very neat views. The Bridge of Toledo is wonderful lit-up at night and I hope to get a picture of it soon.

Sunday

Nothing Important to my recollection. I stayed in and went to sleep early.