Seville does not rhyme with Cruella de Vil.

Luckily for me, Vicki arrived in Sevilla not too long after I did, so I was able to go home with her instead of waiting hours in the airport arrivals area for Cassie (-- Although by the time I spotted her I had pretty much resigned myself to an evening of Hugh-Grant-voice-over-in-Love-Actually-reminiscent basking in arrivals area love.)

Anyway, two reasons why an evening with Vicki was better:
1. The Estufa


It's this awesome heating device that sits underneath the table. You put a heavy tablecloth over the table, and then put your legs under the tablecloth while you chillax, as is shown above. Very warm, and an excuse to all sit around the table together. Love it.

2. Vicki said something along the lines of, "You know how when you die, on your grave it says, for example, "Ellen 1986-3081"? Well, that dash represents your life." Whoa.

I'm so happy I'm almost crying.

It's like, 4 something in the morning and I'm just up listening to Cassie Skype with her mom, and then I heard her say that Obama's won so I had to get up. Yessssssssssss

In Illinois? Register to vote in the primaries by 1/8! Right there -->

Because of some unforeseen circumstances, Cassie and I spent the last two nights in this hostel, which was actually pretty sweet. We chose it because it came up first when we organized the results of our Google search for "cheap barcelona hostels" according to price, but frequent readers of this blog will quickly surmise that there was another reason I was so pumped about this place:














Last night when we asked one of the guys working there what we should do this morning in our final few hours in the city he said, "There's nothing to do here. And it's going to be raining. You should stay here and smoke. And cook pasta. That would be good."

P.S. Props to whoever's photos these are that I borrowed from the common computadora.

Euro keyboard

Look at all the characters that I have access to on this here keyboard español:

ñ,€,¬,Ñ,Ç,¨,ª, and º

And Caps Lock is "Bloq Mayús."

scariest/most hilarious person to travel with ever:

This lady right here.

Me gusta mucho Barcelona!