Burgos and Belching

Buenos Días,

I hope that everyone reading this is well, whether you be in rainy Seattle or burn-your-face-off cold Minnesota, or even Ellensburg. I havn't updated in a while, mostly because nothing groundbreaking has occurred. Also, I think I've hit this new Spain phase where I'm now realizing I live here and have made it more of a routine. The good part about that, is that I'm comfortable and it's easy to find things and get them done. Bad news is that with routine comes complacency and even boredom. Part of that is because last week I had midterms, which where pretty easy, but then, right after completing my 3 tests, I had dive right into 3 new 7 page papers. 

Then, last Thursday, I was suffering from some pretty bad stomach pains which continued until yesterday. I think I had some type of very mild Gastritis because I constantly had this pulsing ache, my stomach was all gurgling, and I was burping like 24/7. It was pretty cute and attractive. I have like the weakest stomach ever, it sucks. 

So, pretty much I've been in my room drinking menta poleo, which is this great mint stomach-fixing tea in Spain, reading and writing about the Spanish Civil War, sleeping, and looking longingly at the people on the streets outside my window.

That's why Saturday was a nice change. This was class trip number three. I was initially un-excited about this trip because Burgos was supposed to be freezing and my tummy was being all weird still. But, Burgos ended up being nice and sunny and the cathedral was pretty incredible. However, I was an idiot and did not bring my camera inside (???) so I missed that boat. Also, we got to take the train. I love the train!!! I could have sit reading on that train all day. I love looking out the window and seeing spanish plains. Plus, there is this very calming atmosphere on a train, like someone is whispering to you while you are asleep. I was pretty damn happy just reading in the sun  and popping Lindt chocolates I bought (they are soooo good) on the way home. 

The typical food of Burgos is Morcilla (here comes the food portion..). Morcilla is a big black sausage filled with rice and chilled pig's blood. I've tried it once before in my house. But, to my horror, I heard Carlos talking about how it had been in the fridge too long and was probably spoiled. I don't think they thought I understood. I did!! Oh, I did. But, it's actually pretty tasty. Katie ordered some in Burgos and we got all freaked out cause there was a baby pig in the window and the visual association ruined our appetites. 

So here I am in Valladolid. It's a beautiful Sunday morning and I can see all the old Spanish couples shuffling off to church or to buy fresh bread out my fourth story window. It's nice because I've done  most of my work so maybe I can go for a run or a walk today and just clear my head a bit. Maybe grab a café con leche. I could even go bother the peacocks in Campo Grande....

I think the weather is going to warm up soon here. Yesterday when I was walking home from the train station I could see a few cherry blossoms and the birds were all a-twitter. The air was warming.... Exciting.  

Well, I'm off to write some more about Quiroga and death. The best. 

¡Besitos!

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