February 25,2009 Wednesday

I was dead after I got up. In Spanish I just laid there, almost no one came to classes at all today. But I went to all of them. I love my Spanish teacher Christian. He teaches us slang and pick up lines, and today he just talked about what he has seen in Sitges while living here, and cut class an hour short.

Since I was done so early Arik and I went to the water to play football, before our teams met. I decided playing is going to kill my foot. But the sun was shining and you could smell the sea and I had a blast. Our teams came and I can’t wait for our first official game next week. People are so hardcore about it, and I’m just there for the team spirit. I know another reason I’m on the team I’m on (and being the only girl, and by far the weakest link) is because I made out with the captain, Lizzie knew! Whoops. But I had fun. We played against some girls who were so intense about the game it was crazy. They even came out bleeding. Every time Mike would kick the ball, I’m like not to my face, slow reaction time. But I broke a huge sweat, in the sun, and Miquel kept calling me hangover girl, but I’m like your always late! For lunch I went to the boys, but Steve was being really awkward, because of what I texted him the night before. Oh well.

I love tuna. It has become an addiction, just as much as chocolate. I can’t get enough of it! Especially in salads with oil dressing (which is a cultural dish in Barca).

Random thought: I also realized I missed pine trees today. I am doing a report on Bradley Park and I miss just hanging out with a cold breeze hitting your face. Never did I think I would say something like I miss tomahawk. But I miss the people and routines. A girl’s summer night is perfect. And my boys back home; they always know how to make me laugh! But just walking to Dairy Queen most nights with Jazz and the Choad, and going to the thrift cellar, randomly driving to Rhino, I want that back! And bowling Thursdays with the guys... The boys in my town can just make me smile, and they don’t care about being immature. And they understand where I come from, and what weird shit we do in small towns. Like cuddle parties, or canoeing out in the middle of the lake to talk. I realized I secretly love small towns. Everyone on our trip hated high school, I loved it. And I am still in contact with so many people. I can’t wait to get back and see everyone, and the boys! And this summer I am coming home. I don’t know where I will work, but I need the comfort of the people who love me. And Tomahawk may not be the greatest small town, but it is my hometown, and it is a comfort. And things come so easily there. And living within walking distance of my best friend makes like perfect. If not we can always scooter:)-)

KRK for life…. And then The Vortex too…. TOMAHAWK…NATAURAULLY…. _____FILL IN THE BLANK__ We’re coming back!