Ya es Navidad!

So like I said, people here go completely insane for Christmas. It's all of the consumerism that we have in the US combined with 95% of the population being Catholic. There's no "Happy Holidays!" P.C. crap. It's "Feliz Navidad". Period. And yeah, sometimes "Felicidades!" but the Navidad part is pretty much implied. They have their own traditions and they adopt American ones too, so spoiled Spanish brats get presents from Santa on the 25th like the Americans, and then yet bigger presents on January 6th from the Three Magi (sp?).

Oh a less innocent note, I finally really went out last night. It was our last botellon and our last night going to the discos. What a drama filled night! I just wish people didn't get so pissed drunk because they were happy. I mean I was very tipsy myself, but people just get carried away in the whole "wooo! my last night out in Spain!" thing and drink themselves to an extremely borracho state and do things they regret. I, on the other hand, regret nothing!

The past two nights I've finally been hanging out with people who are also sad to leave. I feel like before that all of the people I'd try to hang out with would only bitch and moan about how much they miss Costco samples and burritos. Don't get me wrong, I do love a Costco sample now and then, and I don't even get me started on the burritos, but for god's sake, shut up and enjoy your last week in Cordoba! I'm sure I annoy them back with my "Oh, god I'm sooo sad to leave!" laments. I can't even think about my last morning here, being packed up and going to bed and then waking up, opening my eyes and just having this knowledge that this is the last time I'm opening my eyes to a Cordoba morning. I don't know how to say goodbye. I don't know how to say goodbye to Maty, or my cat Taby, or these cobblestone streets, or glancing at the tower of the Mezquita for the last time, making the walk to the bus station with my bags... I just don't know. I can't imagine it. When it happens it will be like a dream. I know I'm gonna cry. I already get this heavy feeling in my stomach just thinking about it. I guess in the words of the Governator, "I'll be back".

As for my adventure, it seems that it will be shortened by several days since Korin has almost decided not to come back to Germany after winter break. I'm changing my ticket tomorrow to some time around Jan.15. Hopefully they don't charge me up the ass for this one... It's already enough that I have a wasted Paris-Hanover ticket. =(

Now it's back to my house for dinner and some intense studying. Grammar final tomorrow. Wish me luck!