I am not dead.

Dear blog,
I have been horrible. Really, really horrible. I am well aware that it has been 3 weeks since I have last updated you. This whole time, I knew that I should be writing things, but the more time that passed, the less I felt like doing it. So today I'm biting the bullet. I don't even have anything interesting to say, but I just want you all to know that I'm not dead. In fact, quite the opposite.

These last few weeks have been pretty awesome, actually. While it still gets cold at night, the afternoons have been nice enough to sit outside and read or paint, to have coffee with friends, and just enjoy life. So, that's what I'm doing -- just enjoying life.

Also, I currently have the world's best roommates. This is a 180° turn from where I was a month ago, when I was living alone with The Creeper (aka Radio, aka Hungry Monkey, aka Tony). Life is so much better with friends around! In a strange and totally unexpected twist in life, after months of me looking for a new apartment and trying to get out, it turns out that all of my friends (not all of them, but you know what I mean) have come to live with me. So now we're a happy family -- Me, Ivan, Meredith ... and Tony. Still Tony. But being with friends has made everything so much more bearable and life is much more enjoyable.

Also, I have been/will be traveling a bit, which is always a fun addition to life.

Last weekend I went to Cádiz for Carnaval, which, as you may or may not know, is my favorite holiday in the world, as of last year. The best way I can think to describe it is like Halloween with more alcohol and Mardi Gras with less boobs. In Spain, it is celebrated as a ginormous costumed botellon, where everyone dresses up in highly original costumes, often with a common theme among friend groups. They bring their alcohol to the public squares to drink together. It's debauchery at it's finest. Ok, so before you get the wrong impression -- I didn't go for the debauchery so much. I went for the atmosphere. It has come as a shock to me lately that I AM OLD. I can no longer stay out all night. I can no longer drink without feeling hung over almost immediately. I don't like the loud music in bars anymore, (exceptions made for good DJs or good music). All signs point to old age. So our Carnaval adventure began with a train ride to Cádiz at 2pm, and by midnight we were in the car on our way back to Sevilla. I am really happy with the way things worked out, though. We had a great night, but I was still in bed by 2am. Us old people like our sleep.

This weekend, I will be going to Granada! And the weekend after, I will be taking a trip back up to Toledo. I already know these cities (as the Spanish would say)... but they're both great. Granada is fabulous, and I'm excited to spend a few days there, mostly for the free tapas. ;) Toledo, of course, is like my home away from home, and on this trip, I'll get to share it with some of my friends from Sevilla. I am quite looking forward to these adventures.

Well... Until next time, friends! Hopefully I'll have some good updates in the near future!