Procrastinating

This is monumental- the first blog post that's a product of procrastination. A first really because I haven't had work to procrastinate with and now I have a paper due tomorrow! Its not that the paper is in Spanish, thanks to Gtown's Spanish Department- done that, and surely it can't be the article written in English that I have to read for the paper... yeah, nope, it's the English part. "Mr. Turkentine", this is asburd- just because it's written in English doesn't mean I understand complex mathematical models of organizational structure optimization.

I guess it takes a lot of the fun out of procrastinating if I talk about it the whole time! So... today I took a quick 5 hour break from the paper to go to my intercambio's house to make paella with her family. It was soooo good. They went all out too...when I got there, her mom had set everything out cooking-show style and the counter was covered with mounds of different types of seafood. I was in heaven. She gave me her secret recipe, so if I can get my hands on a really big pan, I'll make it at home! It made a ton of paella too, and she started to make a salad, so I thought wow this is going to be a lot of food. Then she brought out the bread- this was getting ridiculous. And then, for dessert I had brought little pastries, so I thought she went into the kitchen to get those after we finished...but she came out with a huge fruit basket instead. I can't resist the pears here (have I mentioned how good they are?- unlike at home when 95% of the time they taste like a water-flavored rock). Maybe this food coma is why it's so diffcult to focus.

Oh and before I took this ^ break, I took a 2 hour break with Alex to grab coffe at this really neat cafe called Cafe El Espejo. Its in the middle of the street (kinda) and the whole dining room is a peninsula of glass. Anyways, I was in a fancy-mood and didn't want the everyday cafe con leche, so I closed my eyes and picked one off the list. I asked for cafe ruso, and after I went back to my table, I realized ruso=russian=vodka. nasty. I got it, and it was in an obnoxious goblet with some ice cream in the center--- drinking it was so sweet that I second-guessed the vodka. Then I got home and looked it up- yep- espresso, vanilla ice cream, and vodka. I wouldn't recommend it.