A Sign of Life

I am indeed alive. I have been reading a lot this semester. The weather is nicer again. We now get sun again here in Barcelona. Dad visited last week. That was nice. This weekend I'm going to Granada with my friend Sophie! I am so excited for this. I look forward to the Alhambra, Arab Baths, tea, and cute little towns in the south of Spain. I feel my time here beginning to dwindle, as I now have a finite return date back to the United States. Measured time never has been something that I enjoy really; it just disappears too fast.

I am recovering from a group of yucky cold symptoms. I have a pretty good cough, but lucky the sore throat and pink eye stages are behind me. At least I hope they are. I have been a good sick girl, trying to get lots of sleep and drinking lots of chamomile tea (this also works well for cleaning out crusty pink eye).

Dad and I went into the Sagrada Familia when he was here. I had never been inside of it, despite the fact that it's been in my own backyard this whole time. I'm glad that I finally got to go inside. Worth it!



Okay, must go because I have class at 11:30 (it's now 10) and I still have to read something. Later!