Some Things Never Change

Yesterday I experienced the glamour of a neighborhood post office in Madrid. The goal: mail a set of forms to the USA in the fastest way possible. Alone. The experience, I shall never forget. Like home, there was of course a huge line. With angry people in it. Two older women behind me complained the entire 30 minute wait. "Tenemos prisa, tenemos prisa, tengo un enfermidad, necesito ir a mi trabajo" (translation: We're in a hurry, we're in a hurry, I'm ill, I have to go to my job) on and on and on and on. And hopefully I got the package sent quickly enough- only 2 options to mail a large envelope to the US... and I didnt want to take more time for fear the old ladies would stab me in the spleen.

And on a more celebratory note, one of m finals is doneeeeee! Only a paper, a project, another final, and two presentations to go. Oh Southwestern, how you spread your influence so well to Spain.