This Andalusian accent is a mess. It hasn't been that hard to understand (unless they're speaking really quickly) with most people, but I think that's mostly because I've been living with Spanish people, which helps my comprehension a lot.

Last weekend, Jacqueline, Natasha, and I went to Marbella. It's a beautiful little seaside town on the southern coast of Spain. It's also extremely touristy. Everything is expensive! To save money, we bought food from the grocery store and asked the hostel staff to heat it up for us. Yes, we had to eat our microwaved lasagna and packaged tortilla in the company of the hostel's 3 or 4 smelly resident dogs (who were allowed in the kitchen, puke), but it was worth it to have a weekend away. The first day, there was so much niebla (fog)!

Then we went out for the night of Halloween. It was fun! Our taxista on the way back had brought his guitar, so he played us the only English song he knew: Hotel California. That song will forever be associated with that night for me.

Jacqueline really wanted to go to Malaga, so we hit that for a day, and it was wonderful! Marbella was nice, but it completely lacked culture. There were so many British people and so much English! All the Spanish people we met in stores or restaurants were SO HAPPY that we spoke Spanish. Malaga was a nice change of pace. It seemed like Spanish people actually lived there. We couldn't see half the things we wanted to, though, because it was a festivo (day off). Poo.

Bye.