Seven Days...

Today is my 7th day of classes in a row.  I've never had so many days of classes in a row in my life.  After five days, it felt like there should have been a weekend, but there wasn't.  On the flipside...

..we arrive in Spain tomorrow morning!  I'm very much excited.  I learned this morning in class that there is a Pablo Picasso museum in Barcelona, which is where I'll be spending about two days, staying at a hostel, eating tapas, seeing architecture, and going out to discos.  But first is Cadiz, which is tomorrow.

I've gotten so used to the rocking back of forth of the ship that it's weird to think about being on land again.  I'm so used to the ground beneath me becoming a mountain or a ramp at a moment's notice that the fidelity of solid ground seems like an innovation.

The last few days went by extremely quickly.  Life on the ship went from discovery to adaptation and finally to status quo, and the days sped up.  I don't want them to.  I've really made this ship my new home.

The first laundry day was really early on in the trip, which is silly to me, so I didn't participate.  The next one is mid-February and I don't have nearly enough clothes to get me through that amount of time.  So I have a few options.  I can handwash some stuff, no big deal, but I think I may find a coin laundromat in Cadiz and wash my stuff there.  I think that my actually be a lot of fun.

A guy named David Geis, a knighted-by-the-king-of-Spain professor and guru on all things Spain (he's seriously like the authority on Spain) has been lecturing us about Spanish food, history, artists, everything.  He's only traveling with us for this small portion, but the knowledge he has given to us I can tell will prove useful.  Another professor spoke extensively about music in Spain, and I think I may pick up a CD or two.

Tomorrow we're arriving in Cadiz, and I'll be sleeping on the ship tomorrow night.  After that, I'm flying to Barcelona so I won't be near my computer for a few days.

We're around 360 nautical miles from Spain now, which is unbelievably close.  I can almost smell it (that's a complete lie).  What smelled good were the french fries I just had for lunch.

Dates in of my travels in Spain:
28 Jan – Cadiz
29-31 – Barcelona


In other news:
There is a drawer in our cabin that always would fly open when the ship rocked, and they came and fixed it today.