It's a Small World After All. Part 2.

Today was a lovely little day. I literally walked around for 3 hours exploring potential neighborhoods for next semester's apartment. Lo and behold, I run into Kate Terry and her two amigas, who happened to be in Sevilla. We found ourselves sitting at a cafe chatting for a couple hours...and thinking "is this seriously happening right now?" Kate, fellow cap-i-tan of xc (see pic below), who I have seen once since high school. Geez Louise, I love it. I'm still shocked. Events like these are so crazy. What if I hadn't decided to turn that direction and start walking home? What are the chances of us walking on the same road, opposite directions? Let alone on the same side of the street? We could have easily passed by each other without notice, I can't stop smiling. Gosh. 

Big Mac, Me, Kate, and Tyler...senior year State...see how long it's been?

On an unrelated note, I made it back in time for dinner. I was on bread duty (see previous post, Carmen = homebody), right as I get to the market near our apartment it's closing. Panic. Luckily the amazing panaderia/bakery down the street was still open. "Tres andaluzas, por favor." "Espera un momentito, ya estan en el horno." Fresh bread, straight out of the oven. Carmen's three other kids (besides Carlos, of course) joined us for dinner to celebrate Jorge's (son-in-law's) birthday. We ate shrimp with fully-intact bodies, so I awkwardly sat and watched everyone else eat them to see how they de-capitated, de-tailed, and de-legged the darn things. We are all done eating, and of course there were extras, so guess who gets stuck eating them? Me. Of course. Normally Joanna and I split the impossibly large portions of food, but she bailed on me this weekend for Italy, how dare she! I'm pretty sure Jorge jocosely (yes, I did just use that word, tell Mrs. Bates) made a comment about Americans eating a lot, not appreciated, Jorge!...as I recall you all were the ones force-feeding me against my will. So for the second time today, I cannot move.