School...finally

Today I started my first day of real classes with the other students at the university. I don't have class until 1pm each day and no classes on Friday, which is quite nice. When my history class was over today I turned around to ask the other two Americans what they thought. I didn't have too; their faces revealed the exact same thoughts I was having: what have I gotten myself into? Imagine if class was kind of like this: you walk in ten minutes late, take a five minute personal break in the middle of lecture, and then leave ten minutes early. I say that because I got most of the information...but I don't know if what I was missing was uber important or not at all. My defensive move was to try to take notes, whether or not they made sense, if the other students were writing too. So today I think I got the general idea of the 2nd Industrial Revolution, haha. Getting back to class was like journeying back to the real world. Andrew arrived on Thursday in Bilbao and we toured the city and went to the Guggenheim Museum (if you don't know what it looks like, google it). Back here in Pamplona we did more sightseeing and my personal favorite activity, eating. There are two restaurant options, I've noticed. A place with only sandwiches and tortilla de patatas (like of like a potato omelet that's delicious), or a place with a "Menu del Dia" or menu of the day. You get three courses and a bottle of wine for about 13 dollars per person. Not a bad way to do it. I am sick of sandwiches and don't want to see my bank account dwindle so I have been cooking in a lot. My roommates and I cook together, which is fun and nice because I get to learn new words for food. I am about to go on a guide-led tour of the city with my roommate Louise, who hasn't gotten the chance to venture out much since she just arrived a few days ago. There's a masquerade party on Thursday...so be thinking about ideas for my costume...