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I arrived in Spain jetlagged and suntanned from my time in the States, and was immediately greeted by friend Jerritt, who had come to visit for a week. The next few days were a whirlwind of exhaustion and tourist sights for me, but altogether extremely fun. We went to the mountains and Toledo, and toured Madrid so much I felt like I don't really know the city I live in. It's always a bit unusual to show someone around a city that you're comfortably numb to; you inevitably begin to see it through different eyes.

Jerritt left on Monday just as I began my new and final schedule at work. This schedule, bought after a year of hard work and tears in class, is quite possibly perfect. Of course, I had to do a bit of haggling after realizing that the initial version of the schedule did not actually have the 20 hours on it that I requested and that I had been given an 8:00am class that put me into 25 hours. I got that class removed yesterday and smiled with satisfaction that this could, indeed, be the perfect final months in Spain that I've hoped for.