MAIPS

Yipes well there goes five more days!
Lo siento, chicos.....and future-heartbroken-Morgan.
This weekend was altogether rather normal.
Experienced some serious family boot drama in Vigo, made French toast for Pelayo's (brother of Olivia) friends, visited Tui.....y nada mas.
I swear every day is still a huge surprise that I am in Spain.
Like, you'd think I'd be used to it by now.....but I still say things like:
"WHOA LOOK AT THAT PALM TREE"
"I feel as if I am nestled in a cozy little bowl of mountains"
"What classes do I have on Wednesday? Because I have no idea. Literally. No idea."
"What does 16:00 mean?"
"What's your name again?"
"Wait, how cold is 15 degrees Celsius?"
"Wait, how do you even spell Celsius?"
"Seriously EVERYONE in this room is speaking Spanish right now"

So.....I'm really popular. I have 35 friends on Tuenti (Spanish Facebook!) and lots of MAIPS because I ask everyone to be my MAIPS.
MAIPS: mejores amigos inseparables para siempre
Mejores amigos inseparables para siempre: best friends inseparable forever
I'm even MAIPS with the cute waiter at the BiCafé! Hashtag #SUCCESS

Speaking of the BiCafé, boy do I have story for you! Dios mio. Preparate, we've got vampiros.

Okay, so I'm café-ing with my homegirl Iria and we were discussing in English which window our apartment is (we live rather close to the bicaf.....very very close. The bicaf is practically up our noses every morning.) and this man dressed in all leather and totally decked out in piercings came up to me and we had a small, eccentric English conversation.
"Excuse me, where are you from?"
"America"
"Which state?"
"Michigan"
"Oh I not know where this is"
"That's nice"
"I prefer Europe over America"
"That's good."
"But there are many strange people in Europe"
"There are many strange people in the whole world"
"Yes but take me for example, I drink blood"
"Oh good, that's good."
"It really is!" (insert physical excitement here) "It supplies the body with much energy"
"Of course, I would imagine so"
"But you see, I have just the hemoglobin (I think that's what he said), you know this? I just drink this"
"That's good"
"Yes it is good for energy"
"Is this for a medical purpose?"
"No no, there is no medical explanation!"
"Oh that's...that's good"
"Very strange, no?"
"Oh no, not at all."
"Well, I go now, you should try sometime"
"Well I certainly will! Goodbye!"


The cute waiter (my other MAIPS) laughed, we discussed the man, and that's how we became MAIPS. Now, every time I go to the BiCafé, we acknowledge each other with a "chao". MAIPS.

The vampire's name is Hugo (I officially attract all kinds of Hugo's....muy bien Morgan, buen trabajo) and he had mental problems and got addicted to his medication and never speaks to anyone.
...........MAIPS!
Okay but en serio, I saw him on my way to afternoon school and I hid behind a lamppost.


So after a very long day of running for two hours and taking our pulse every four minutes and translating numbers and yards into Spanish and meters and writing ghetto phrases on Olivia's arm (I'm deprived of ghetto things, okay?) and café-ing with MAIPS Raúl and Hugo and Olivia, I shall retreat to the cama with a pulsing headache.
Good luck with that hurricane over there......

The smallest dog thing I have ever seen in my life ran up to me today and it made me miss my baby Moose. I shall return soon, Moosifer.....all too soon....