So many things to do, but so few days. I guess when it comes down to it thats every day life. Just have to make the most of what you have/had and hope for life in the future.

Things have been great, we have basically thrown all teaching out the window, moved to ping pong, futbol, obstacle courses, and cooking. But i guess that meets the criteria of my job. Alright that sounds like Im complaning, surely not folks. I love waking up relaxing or going to Madrid, waiting for the kids to come home and then spend time outside until dinner. Pretty easy life.

The kids have been swearing a lot in English. They have already knew them and have been letting them fly. Today Gonzalo dropped the MOTHERFUCKER when he missed his point. I couldn't do anything but laugh, which now looking back wasn't the best idea; my game when to shit after that and ended up loosing.

Today like any day it seems like I was faced with many decision, like I mentioned before, since Im coming short of time they seem to be of some importance.

I asked myself why had so many expectations when I came to Madrid. I thought this experience was going to change me so much, completely change/mold who I am as a person. Shooting high sometimes can be bad news. Now, four months later I'm completely devastated, I still have no chance of growing a beard anytime soon all hopes are lost.

Tomorrow I have the chance to go to a bull fight, well actually Im going, Irene gave me tickets that were givin to her. Seeing this bull fight is going to be very interesting, even more so because when talking with Irene and Oscar tonight(separately) I seemed to get both extreme ends of the spectrum.

Irene loves bull fighting. When it is at it's best it is a completely different thing, more as a style of art. She loves bull fighting and absolutely loves Jose Thomas. She says he is a brilliant bull fighter who loves the fight of the bull. She also explained to me the history of bull fighting. It used to be for the people but now it is for money, bull fighters dont want to risk their lives for nothing. Bull fighters in Spain were switching to a less aggressive style of bulls, which was safer for the toros(fighters) but was less of a show. Then Jose came around and started showing everyone that he wasn't scared and loved to take on aggressive and highly dangerous bulls.

Then I talked to Oscar, I dont want to give a bad image of Oscar, he is a great guy and I dont think he ever gets mad. The kids call him and angel because he has never yelled at them. But to hear Oscar talk about bull fighting you could hear the bitter hate in his voice and body expression. He actually called it "human stupidity pushed to its extent." He also wants me to express that not everyone in Spain loves bull fighting, that almost half of the population doesnt like it. He views it as a thing of the past that will soon come to an end like the gladiators in the Roman times.

So tomorrow night will be very intersting, I have to different views on the sport to decide from myself. However, I will enjoy it cause it is my first experince.

Now onto more imprtant news, since I cant grow a beard, should I come home? I have been offered a job. There is a young spanish family. They said that they like to do anything but be at home. They have a 2 and 5 year old. They want to learn English from a native in return: spanish, place to stay, and weekly alowance.

I dont know all of the detals of this but im working them out right now. I think this would be fun becuase I get to use my spanish more, and well I dont know if I want to come back yet or not so we will se

So on some brighter news, I went traveling this weekend. I went to Toledo and Segovia; small city's about an hour from Madrid.

Both of them were beautiful cities. Both enriched with culture. Toledo has three different influences in the city and is theoretically split into three sections, Muslim, Christian, and Jewish.

You could easily tell when you moved from one section to the other. The style of the buildings changed, the way they were decorated, etc. Toledo is like a fortress, inner city is surrounded my castle wall with gates to move in and out.

Walking through the narrow streets on Toledo, you definitely felt like you were in the Mid Evil times. The numerous sword shops on every corner definitely help maintain that feeling. Toledo is famous for their swords, they are very beautiful and fun to look at. However some of the shops wouldn't let you look/touch the swords and I didn't like that because you couldn't see if they were actually made in Toledo or not.

Oh one thing that I forgot to mention, the historic part of Toledo is up on a hill that is about a twenty/thirty minute walk up. Matt(an aupair in Madrid) spotted what looked like the top of an escalator. Sure enough there were outside(though well hidden) public escalators that brought you up the steeper half of the hill.

Normally I never take escalators, actually I hate them, but since I've always heard stories of how people bitch about the hike to the top, it thought I would enjoy the escalator for all of them.

Quite a funny thing happened in Toledo, we were walking along when we noticed some english speaking men in front of us that looked lost and sounded confused. Sure enough they were lost(which is hard to do in Toledo cause it's small), so we decided to help them out and point them in the right direction. Right before they left one guy said: "Are you guys tourist too, just showing us up?" We replied with well we have been here for about four hours so we've gotten to know a lot of the city.

Sunday I went to Segovia by myself, I actually preferred this because I was able to see everything that I wanted and not walk at a snail's pace. Segovia is another fortress like city. Historical part in in cased in huge castle walls. However Segovia for me was so much better.

It has a huge Roman Aqueduct that was built to transport water from one part of the city to another. This thing is massive, it contains some 150 stone arches. It was a truly spectacular site, I have never seen anything like that before and probably won't again.

Another great thing about Segovia is the Alcázar. Huge castle built between 11th-15th century. Absolutely breathtaking and reminds you of fair tales. They even let you tour inside of it to see all the different room: diner room, bedrooms, weapon room, suit room, so many things to see.

I put up pictures of Segovia and Toledo, check em out if you bored

Well it looks like I have some catching up to do. I have been quite busy doing many things trying to best fill final time here. Its hard to believe that I have been here for 3 months already. There is so much I still want to do so Im trying to fit in.

I have been spending a good amount of time playing with the kids. Are classes have turned into more playing but totally in English. Gonzalo and I have been playing a lot of basketball together and he has came up with two phrases that are now used daily between us "totally tonto"(totally stupid/dumb) and my favorite "Are you ready to get oxidated?" He just made that up one day and we use it in place of: Are you ready for this, you ready to lose, etc.

Last thursday I believe it was I saw something that was quite unusual and it makes me think about using the metro at nights now. This event took place actually at like two in the afternoon. I was followed onto the metro by a guy and girl. The guy was much younger in his twenties and didnt look so good. He was having a hard time walking and sat on the floor next do the door. The girl took a seat on the same bench about three from me.

It was going to be a long metro ride so I put in my music, relaxed, and wasnt paying that much attention to either of them. I could here this girl mumbling something in this deep raspy voice while digging through her pockets and purse. I thought she was talking to herself but she was talking to the guy that boarded the metro with her. I now noticed that he was sprawled out on the floor, back against the wall, head hanging down and responding to what the woman was saying.

I never thought I would ever see what happened next. The girl pulled out of her a small, straight glass pipe. I wasnt paying any attention and didnt realize she had done that until she sparked her lighter. I looked over in disbelief that anyone would smoke in the metro. As soon as I layed eyes on her and her pipe. Im glad she wasnt paying attention she was to fixed on her task at hand.

This wanst no marijuana pipe, but a crack pipe. I was just staring, completly shocked to see this. It was incredible to see someone so hooked on a drug that she didnt care about smoking it on public transportation with twenty or so people around. It didnt just stop at one puff either she was going to town and it smelt fucking terrible.

Soon her pipe starting getting to hot for her to hold so I figured great she will take a break(by this time I was using my peripheral vision and fully paying attention to everything). Nope I was wrong she pulled out of her purse: rag, two metro tickets, clothes pin, and roll of tape.

Put the pipe on the rag so it would quit burning her leg. Rolled on ticket up slid in onto the pipe, taped it so that it wont come unraveled. Fastened this new extension to the pipe with the clothes pin. Took the other ticket rolled it up and fit it over top of the the other ticket and tapped it together. Now she can still get her fix without burning her lips and hands.

This whole time I forgot about the guy that came with her. He was still looking in some ruff shape head still flopping up and down with the movement of the metro. Finally my stop came and I got off the metro not bothering to look back. Well Im smelly and sweaty from traveling, hiking, getting rained on, and spilling things on me; Im gonna shower and shave, check out my pictures i put up, toledo and maybe some new things with the kids. Ill put up segovia tomorrow as well as another post