Martin y Martin

Today, a lot of things happened.

I went to the mercado with Rita.

I walked through Parque la Carolina and watched some chanting/martial arts/dancing.

I made ravioli from scratch.

I saw some fireworks.

I went to La Mariscal with Bess, Scott, Martin, Wolfgang, and Matt.

Martin (number one), Scott, and Bess drinking expensive wine

In La Mariscal, we went to an Andy Warhol-themed bar and the Germans got girly drinks. Scott, Bess, and I had several toasts to Welcome Week.

Spartans, doing what Spartans do best....

Then we went to some other bar and danced for a while. And ohmygod! They played a remix of one of my favorite songs of all time: "Magalehna" by Sergio Mendes. I felt really cool that I knew the song and kind of knew the words.

We left around 245, but got sidetracked by another Martin, from Switzerland, who talked to us for forever about music, glasses, being human, etc. He had red pants on. We left as he was retrieving his jacket from the bar, and didn't even get to say goodbye.

I took the taxi home with Bess and Scott. And okay, our front door is IMPOSSIBLE IMPOSSIBLE to open, and it usually takes me about ten to fifteen minutes to unlock it. So I was struggling with the lock and Rita came down to open the door. I feel bad that I woke her up, but what the hell! The door is impossible to open! What was I supposed to do, ring the buzzer? Call? That would be even more disruptive, right? I don't know.

Tomorrow, I think we're gonna to to El Medio del Mundo: the middle of the earth. Que chevere, no?

Chao chao,

Gina.