July 12th 2008

 

10:00 – Leave to go to San Fermin (yay for sleeping in).  We completely missed breakfast again on the logic that you can sleep away hunger but you can’t hunger away sleep. 

 

12:00 – Arrive at San Fermin.  It smells bad. 

 

13:00 – Small man dressed like a horse appears and starts to hit the girls with foam ball.  Apparently this is socially acceptable.  Girls are confused.  Guys are no help.  It still smells bad. 

 

14:00 – Board the bus to go to the resto to get lunch.  Nick and Lael argue about who’s steak is more rare.  It’s a perfect opportunity to comment on Nick’s color blindness.  Lisa asks for her meat burnt please. 

 

16:00 – Return to San Fermin.  It’s raining.  The water does not help to mute the smell. 

 

16:00 – 20:00 – Drunken fun at San Fermin.  For sake of our dignity, pictures will not be posted. Bus ride home filled with sopping wet shoes and smelly young adults.

 

21:30 – Dinner at residence.  “Ensalada mixta” includes lettuce well past its expiration date and a pizza that, strikingly, tastes better than it looked.

 

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