Excursion Vigo

Happy Sunday!
The day where everything in the entire world is closed except for cafés and everybody just pauses their life.
Friday was a rather magical and exciting day, I went out to lunch with Olivia and Davíd and then we hopped on a bus and went to Vigo!
The bus swerved through the mountains and trees like Harry Potter's Knight bus and I got off feeling a little tipsy. Vigo is so big. Super big. We ended up walking to a big, popular shopping center with all of our favorite stores in it.
First we hit C&A and then this really really hipster store called Stana that Davíd positively basked in, and then we went to Zara which Davíd doesn't like at all but Olivia and I adore. Davíd picked out lots of clothes for us and made us try them on and gave us his cute and honest Spanish opinions.
He's a wonderful shopping partner, I can't believe I can't take him home with me.
By then we were dying of thirst and so we stopped at McDonalds for three large Coca-Colas. We took them outside by the fountains as the sun was setting pink and orange, and sat on a ledge that overlooked the city among lots of other Spanish people our age who sniggered at our English and American accents.
I knew that I would find normal teenagers here, but it still astounds me to watch them use their Spanish slang and talk about school and relationships and normal things. The girls still do the same things with their hair and wear the same types of clothes and shoes. They just go on living their normal life, oblivious to what the kids in a little French village or an urban English town or a typical American suburb are doing.
After relaxing, we headed back into the shopping center, which had quickly become more stuffy and crowded. We ducked into Pull and Bear and tried on dresses and skirts for the upcoming holidays.
We stopped for some ice cream, which was nothing like American ice cream, it's more like sorbet here, and then continued onto Stradivarius, my favorite store. I bought gifts for my friends and some much-needed warm things for life here. We sit outside a lot at the cafés, because the air smells so fresh being by the sea and the weather is never that dry, biting chill. In Michigan, it is so dry in the winter that it nearly chokes you, but here there is a ridiculous abundance of humidity. It is still freezing, but too pleasant to be inside all day. Thus forth, we bundle up in sweaters, big coats, boots, gloves, and hoods.
Exhausted from our shopping debut, we all crashed on the floor by a big pole, contemplating whether or not we wanted to walk all the way back to the bus station. There is a bus that goes from Vigo to Porriño or the other way around each half hour, and so after a look at the time, we ended up walking back very quickly.
However, it is a farther walk uphill than downhill, and lemme tell ya, there are a lot of hills in Galicia. We missed the 8:30 bus and had to wait for the 9:00, but I don't think that any of us minded the delay in ending the day.
The bus home was much smaller and significantly nicer as well. Davíd fell asleep at the window and Olivia and I talked about life all the way home. A Spanish harmonica song was playing in the background and the city lights on the mountains looks just like floating colorful stars and I hope I never forget what they look like.

Yesterday (Saturday) was rather unproductive.....I slept in late and caught up on my blog a little in the morning, studied a little Spanish, and then Alina (friend of Iria's) came over for lunch and to study.
Exams are this week, which makes my stomach twist because that means I only have three weeks left here. How did that happen?
As well, Manoli and I are not looking forward to the late nights of screaming and crying from the stressed little student in the study room.
But anyways, I went to a café with Pelayo and Olivia and brought my UNO cards from the Chino. The cards weren't shuffled and were really thick and hard to shuffle so me and Pelayo ended up building card houses. They weren't very good cards to do this either, so this took a ridiculously hilarious amount of effort.
The café we were at had large window that we were sitting right up against. Juan and his friends happened to be watching all of my failed card house attempts, and I think they are questioning my mental capabilities. Good.
So then I came home because Olivia and Pelayo had a birthday party to attend, and Iria was studying and in another bad mood, so I YouTubed and built gigantic card houses for hours.
Little miss Fiesta Loca right here.

Ciao, gente.