Huelga

Today was a rather strange experience.
We are still apparently huelga-ing, and so there were literally 4 other people in my class today. Four.
Hardly any of the teachers showed up either, so all day, every single hour, we either chatted (very bueno for my Spanish) or studied for the history exam tomorrow.
I am very determined to ace this history exam because it's about the industrial revolution and I get to answer in English.
However, since we are huelga-ing, I don't think I'll get the opportunity.

The instituto was rather barren and empty (and freezing but this is normal).
My Spanish (and my overall willpower) is rather worn out from speaking so much and pressing myself to use words I am unsure of.
There's not doubt that my Spanish is much better now, but there's so much to still learn.
Everything I use here, I learned here. We don't even say "como estás". Maybe it's because I learned Latin American Spanish, but my two years in Spanish class were useless.
I'm rather thrilled about learning Spanish here though, because everyone tells me how much better it is. I understand why; Latin America used to belong to Spain and Portugal. In those days, they spoke Spanish. Normal Spanish. Now it has been manipulated into almost a completely different language.
I'm dying to learn Portuguese. And French. Italian. Maybe a little German. Yep.

The food here is killing me. It's soooo delicious but a lot of carbs. Everything is much heavier than what I am used to and it makes me very tired all the time. Olivia and I frequently exchange tips such as "don't mix the proteins" "eat a bite of protein before anything else" "only eat one slice of bread with dinner" "don't put sugar in your coffee" "eat two vegetables a day" "eat fruit at dinner".
And now I am constantly craving sugar and bread.
Maybe its an addiction. I'm an azucaholic. Oh dios mio.