Cafe Con Leche

every morning, between 9 and 11:30, i come to this little cafe for a cafe con leche. it's only $1.2o in euros, which is pretty decent. it's great that the cheap coffee tastes better over here. i think i'm feeling a little better. i've taken to going to mcdonald's whenever i'm sad, & it does wonders. i love those apple pies. my classes are ok. i think i'm going to change my grammar class to a lower level because the stuff she's reviewing is completely new to me. crazy spaniards. i went out on the river last night on a paddle boat. it was beautiful & very relaxing. i'll try to post some pictures soon. i'm getting along well w/a lot of the girls here. & my host family is really very kind. i live with a 10 mon. old baby named Marta and yesterday we were eating lunch & she was sitting on the other end of the table with her back to me when her abuela said "cyndi, quien es cyndi?" & marta turned right around & pointed at me & smiled. it was so wonderful to see that she knows who i am. comforted me in a way. despite everything, by everything i mean the fact that i'm studying in Europe, i sit here crying as i write this. i'm not sure why. i just feel so lost. & i'm ok with that, for now. i'm ok with wanting to jump on a plane & go back home, back to the things that i love. i won't feel this way the entire time. i won't let myself. i will do as my mother says & find a bookstore, a yarn store, & write postcards. i will find a yoga center & join it. i will look for peanut butter. i will be ok.
time for an apple pie...

"here comes the sun,
here comes the sun & i say, it's alright"