After eating a bit of breakfast, I took a nice long run along the river. About 4 miles in, while running on an esplanade with some pools and fountains in the middle, I came along two spanish boys who looked about ten years old. I couldn't figure out what they were doing, hanging over the side of the footbridge that went across the big rectangular pool, but they were clearly looking at something. I stopped and asked what was happening, and they quickly explained there was a bunny stuck in the pool. The pool, which is surrounded by shrubbery, has marble walls that drop about two feet down to the water. The bunny must have fallen off the wall and into the pool, and was swimming around frantically trying to get out. The boys and I took off our shoes and got in the grimey water, which was only about thigh deep, in an epic rescue. Eventually, we cornered the bunny and were able to get it back to dry land, though it took a while since the bunny could swim under the pedestrian bridge and we couldn't fit. It was really cool to be able to talk to Spanish kids and feel good about my abilities, and of course it was nice to rescue a bunny in the process. Afterwards, I finished my run and promptly took a shower upon arrival home for lunch.
Lunchtime in the kitchen
After lunch, Kim, Yanet, Veronique, Becca and I all got coffee and did some homework at Café Roldan, although as I think about it, it was more of "getting coffee" and less of the "doing homework" part. Luckily the work hasn't been too overbearing so far, so I'll have plenty of time to finish it tomorrow. It was nice to hang out with friends and laugh about our struggles in our homestays, particularly the details of last night's dinner episode.
Tonight, however, adds another chapter to the food saga. At 9:25, as Kim and I were sitting in my room about to go downstairs for dinner at 9:30, Maricarmen walked in and announced (in Spanish) that she's "Not cooking dinner tonight. Have a piece of fruit; don't use the kitchen. I'm taking the dogs out." Kim and I literally had to stifle our laughter. I'm positive that she doesn't know that we used the kitchen last night because she would say something if she did, but the fact that she thinks we can sobrevivir (survive) on a mere piece of fruit it crazy! She knows we both ran six miles today- she asked us both individually about how our workouts went- so why does she think dinner is optional? I don't understand, but at this point its not worth getting flustered over.
Mezquita
While we were out we also picked up a bottle of sangria, which we enjoyed on the side of our rooftop pool while watching the fountain light show from the royal gardens across the fence. Yes Mommy, I know that frozen yogurt and sangria does not substitute for dinner, but it actually turned out to be a decent evening. Its hard to complain about anything while on a rooftop, next to a pool, drinking sangria, watching a fountains and lights show at the royal gardens next door with the Mezquita as a subtle backdrop.
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