Check.

I have now been in Jerez, my city, for approximately one and one-half days. I have already completed my non-serious "just for fun" goals for the year. What does that mean?

1. Ride on moto with Spaniard. Done.
2. Make Spanish friends. Done.
3. Party with Spanish friends until la madrugada (the early morning). Done.
4. Drink tinto and sangria. Done.
5. Find a bike. Done.

I cannot believe how different this experience is so far from my study abroad trip. Perhaps because people keep saying that I "dominate" el castellano (Spanish). It makes me giggle a little inside every time I say it.
I make friends. People here smile at each other. They dress normally. I´m one of the few Americans that they know. My housemate, Fabiola, is awesome. She introduced me to her 22 year-old nephew (sobrino) that lives on the floor below. I hung out with him and his friends last night. They don´t smoke. Or get drunk. Yay!! And I went to bed at seven am. What? I know. I know.

Also, Abel´s family (nephew) has five bikes. You know how many they use? thero. I mean zero.

So far, so good. But I do miss my American friends a lot. Especially the deep discussions we can have in English. However, very rarely in my life have I felt like so many people were praying for me. So thank you.

Well, it´s almost 3:15 and that means lunchtime. Heh.