I spent 6 hours in the Prado museum yestersday and only saw the groud floor and part of the first. But my head hurt from too much art and it was closing...so I left. I liked it alot. Alot. I also tried sangria last night. Its good, but...I dunno, its just like elaborate punch. The waitress at the bar we were at was super friendly and kept giving us free drinks...she was really nice and seemed to like us for no apparent reason. But, I cant handle that much alcohol. So this morning, my head hurts. A lot. Im drinking A TON of water. Its also noon and my last day in Madrid and I havent done anything. Cuz Im waiting for laundry to dry and my head to stop hurting. I go to San Sebastian tonight, and tomorrow will be my last day in Spain. Spain has been the most different country Ive been to. Its not as well groomed as some of the others. Which makes for an interesting trip, but makes me wish I had someone with muscles with me for protection. Spanish men are obnoxious. Hardcore.

I had my first I want to go home attack yesterday. I was at the botanical gardens, watching some kittens play and all of a sudden, I was like...I want my cat. I dont even like my cat that much. I think Ive been gone long enough to appreciate the stupid things about home. Things I appreciate:
My bed
Healthy food
The US dollar
everyone speaking english
the phx grid system
freeways
good breakfast
non-obnoxious men
being able to sit on my ass and watch CNN
TCBY
the tile in my house
not constantly worrying about my passport
my closet
Pad Thai
Mexican Food
This list could get long...Im gonna stop.

I went to a huge flea market yesterday, "el rastro", it was awesome. For €19 I got: 2 skirts, a bag, and a red trshit with a bull on it that says españa. I stopped shopping before it got out of hand. And once I saw the shoes. (beautiful shoes).