SOAR throat

I wrote that to a friend today. "i have a soar throat" and although I still suck at Spanish, my English is also collapsing. I'm going to add some more photos. We took a day trip to Avila on Sunday and it is freezing there. Pretty much it is a typical small Spanish city, with history dating back to Islamic rule. The highlight for me was seeing St. Teresa's (st. teresa was a famous nun in the 16th century who founded a bunch of convents and stood against reformation and wrote some things) home which is now converted to a museum. At the end of the museum's exhibit there was a room full of memoirs of the nun. Including her middle finger. I'm not even joking. I saw a finger preserved from the 16th century. It was brown. It was definitely different than the way the cadaver's fingers looked in Penn's anatomy lab. Well, I mean they were actually attached to bodies and not five centuries old.

Anyway that picture is of the moors put up around the city. The one on the left proves just how cold I was.

I am two glasses of wine into my night right now (it's 11pm and I'm about to eat tortilla espanola with my roommate and his friend). I'm going to get going so I can learn how it's made.

I'll add the rest of the fotos when ever I feel like it. gosh.