Day 3

Lack of sleep + Jet Lag + Lack of food  = Awful

Today we had a day trip to El Escoral, a city about an hour from Madrid by train. I knew from when I woke up that it was going to be an awful day. I barely ate breakfast because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it down. Sure enough I was right. The little croissant that I ate creeped its way back up my throat in the form of vomit. ON. THE. TRAIN. Great second impression in front of my professor.

I got exactly 10 minutes of sleep last night, and the whole day trip, all I wanted to do was sleep. We had a hike to go to this palace/museum, and although it was beautiful, I was not in the right state to be out of bed.

I was nauseous all day, and it turned out that the bathrooms in the palace/museum were only located at  the entrance and exit. Now the palace was GORGEOUS, but it is an understatement to say that I was more than rushing to get out of there. At one point I just left the group and made my way to the end of the route.

I tried to get back to everyone, but it was ridiculously difficult, and I ended up walking in circles. In the end I found the professor’s friend (Pedro?) and we waited for the rest of the class at the end.

I’m a bit upset that the professor decided to take everyone out to eat on a day where I felt so miserable because he paid, and let everyone get whatever they wanted. Everyone that is, except me. He told me I was on “detention” (jokingly of course), and only let me eat what he selected.

After eating I felt better, and we had cake for Graziella’s birthday. At least they gave me a slice of that!