Coge un limon

Today has been a day spent entirely inside the house, and yet as much as I hate to stay home all day with just a week left before I fly stateside, it was the right choice. I had a bad sore throat last night, so I anticipated staying here all day to feel better. It'd really be a drag if I was sick for my last week here in Spain. I'm hopeful that drinking tea all day and relaxing will help, though. Usually when I get sick I keep up my normal pace and refuse to take a sick day, so today, although it took real effort to force myself to stay in, was a real accomplishment for me. If this virus has any sense of what is just and fair in this world, it will leave me healthy and rested by tomorrow morning. Please. Tomorrow, unlike today and Thursday and Friday, is not a holiday. Please.

This house is a good place to be sick though; I picked a few lemons from the tree on the patio and made lemon tea with honey. I can't say that I've ever picked a lemon and consumed it in such an authentic way before. My throat hurt, but I have to admit it was pretty cool...

I took my tea and used it productively, too. I spent literally the entire day working on a final project for my Geography class. Its a PowerPoint of 100 slides, 10 for each theme we've covered. Unfortunately the work is really dull and time consuming (just re-copying class notes and adding pictures) but I got it done. That leaves the rest of my time here project free! I only have one open-note exam and one in-class essay to write- easy!

I also realized that in my rush to write and get to bed last night I forgot to mention that I bought my final plate for my collection from here in Córdoba. I now officially have my set of six from my travels this semester (though in all honesty I might get one more when I go to an Olive Festival near Jaén on Thursday). Here they are!

From a ceramics market in Chefchaouen, Morocco

From Asilah, Morocco

The newest addition, from Córdoba!

From Sevilla

From El Rastro market in Madrid

From Granada

The collection!

Everyone else has been buying clothes and other types of souvenirs. I've been doing a bit of that as well,  but I'm really glad I focused my attention on the plates. Each one has a story and I remember exactly where I got it. It will be a pain wrapping them in my clothes and packing them to go back home next week, but it's worth it. Someday when I have my own apartment, I'll have a beautiful set of hand-painted plates.