Well, hump day is over. Tomorrow is Thursday, then Friday, and then, well, my first real weekend in many moons. And by real I mean not packing, moving, traveling, etc...I'll still be in Spain, which is still surreal.

So I figured I'd share more observations from Spain tonight, because that's the material I've got darn it.

So here we go:

• My hands, which are usually about as dry as they get are amazingly smooth and soft. I think between the humidity and a lower frequency of washing my hands I've earned myself the hands of a 29-year-old, instead of a 500-year-old. I have an appointment with a hand modeling agent next week. Or not.
• I've been to the store about 20 times so far this week. Can't seem to remember to buy everything that I need when I go. Funny thing though - many stores don't refrigerate milk or eggs here. It freaks me out to be honest.
• People seem to create a lot less trash here. Especially when it comes to paper products. Paper towels, something I use like air, are nowhere to be found in most kitchens. This has left me totally confused while doing most kitchen tasks. When I moved to this apartment one of the first things I did was buy 4 rolls of paper towels. They live in my closet. I am embarrassed by them.
• Even with the less trash thing, there are garbage cans on every corner here. It's really nice and helps keep the city clean. But if someone does litter...
• There is an army of cleaning folks wandering around the city with brooms and little trucks. I mean seriously, so much sweeping going on it's crazy...but it keeps the streets and sidewalks looking nice. I mean, except for the dog poo and all - the broom people seem to avoid that. Maybe there is a Poopsmith who takes care of things when people are sleeping?
• When everyone eats lunch at work, most people's lunches look like they were prepared by a restaurant. Very different from the Lean Cuisine and Hot Pockets we are all used to.
• I've had two very good conversation with two different Spaniards about the state of things in Spain. Interestingly, they were both concerned with the level that Americanism and Capitalism is creeping into the mindset of their countrymen. It's not like they hate it or us, they just fear a world without the community and, well socialist values they have grown up with. I think the proliferation of Starbucks here doesn't help.
• And lastly, no matter how cool, collected and relaxed I try to look, I am uncontrollably awkward here. It wasn't just the locking the keys in the apartment thing. It's little things...like buying a milk that doesn't fit in the refrigerator at my new place. So I set the milk on its side, with the screw cap on, but it turns out milk doesn't close all the way here (seriously, I tested it), so I deposited a liter of milk into the bottom of the refrigerator. This was day 2 of living with my very clean roommates. I dunno, time to just go with it I guess. So long as I don't break my face.