Things I learned this weekend:

- I can order my food on my own! But mostly by pointing and nodding.
- I love a challenge. Whether physical, emotional, or mental. However, when those combine to challenge me all at one time, I implode.
- Carnival is some crazy stuff. And the men love to wear dresses.
- As much as Europeans hate America, they sure do love our music, movies, and culture. Last night alone, I heard Hannah Montana, Britney Spears, saw tons of Native American costumes, and Spiderman was everywhere.
- Being in this situation has made my emotions hyperbolic. I'm extreme. I'm ultra sensitive so everything offends me, when I get annoyed I get angry, when I'm down its the lowest of lows, and when I'm mean I turn pretty nasty. And about that last one, my apologies go out to a certain boy who I've been a jerk to lately. I'm sorry. But maybe this will explain why.
- I may have to climb that Jesus Mountain many more times next month, except carrying a group of high schoolers with me. Fun stuff.
- Baptists in Spain are way nicer than home. They all want to talk to the strange Americans.
- They also play American worship music, which was great. Not so great: the hour and a half sermon. I didn't even bother to try and understand.
- I miss Target. Eroski's great and all, but it's no Target.
- I also miss warm chocolate cake, cheesy bacon omelets, biscuits with butter and honey, OEC, homemade nachos, big waffles, massive burgers that are dripping with all kinds of melted cheeses and goodness, and that filet dish served over mashed potatoes with the garlic shrimp sauce that I can only get in Lexington. Oh, and Starbucks. I am going to get so fat when I get back.
- I keep forgetting my birthday is this week. Doesn't feel like it. I'd like huge, brightly wrapped presents that I can tear into and enjoy. Lots and lots of those.
-Little girls in Spain during Carnival like to dress up as Girl Scouts and dance through the street to Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl".

And now, what really happened on Jesus Mountain: