We're at the end, but it isn't over

     I haven't taken any time to stop and look back at the trip really.  It's all been spent looking forward to later the same day, or what we're doing the next day.  Today was simply a day to relax, with nothing we needed to worry about or fixate on.

This was a good thing because we had quite a journey this morning.  Two hours to make it to the coast.  Which was about 5 blocks from our hotel.  How could that have happened?  Well, it all started with a picnic.  This required food, which we didn't have.  Since we didn't have food, that required a trip to the grocery store.  The grocery store wasn't close, so that required a trip 45 minutes in the opposite direction of the coast.  Getting a feeling where this is going?

We made it to the grocery store.  Oh, and did I mention no one really wanted a picnic?  No one knows how that idea started, because no one was willing to speak up about it.  So here we are in Marjane (grocery store), and I finally speak up to let Ahmed know we don't want a picnic.  He probably wanted to kill us, since we had wandered around for 20 minutes at this point.  We'll probably spend our first class back at IPFW with him working on our communication.  After threatening us about leaving us in the grocery store (He didn't really.  I would have.), we headed back to the coast.

This is the sun setting.  If I was looking east and it looked like that, it would be the sun rising.

     I think we may have had some some travelers who had never been to the beach/ ocean, but I'm not sure.  They did have fun wading into the surf to their ankles--way too cold for swimming.  After some sand and shell collecting, it was off to grab a bite of lunch and rest up at the hotel for the afternoon.

It was nice being able to pack early and have everything ready to go before dinner.  We kept dinner simple and just went to Pizza Hut, actually.  This was a fantastic choice because it was close and simple.  I feel like something happened there that was blog worthy--because Chadi told me it was--but I can't for the life of me remember what it was.  I know Pedro (Rodrigo--in case you forgot) tried to trick me into rubbing the hair on my arm into a knot (didn't fall for it).  I don't think that was it though.  Maybe someone will jog my memory tomorrow.  Anyhow, we ate and headed back, and it it getting late.  And we leave tomorrow.  Can you believe it?

Before you know it, our time is at an end.

But it isn't over.  We still have Madrid on St. Patty's Day.  Coming tomorrow:  the quest to find an Irish beer.