On Thursday I took her to the open-air market (it's not a farmer's market I've discovered...it's just a regular market, but outside. I was corrected by a friend of mine). Then I cooked dinner, unfortunately I also started feeling quite ill while I was cooking so I didn't actually get to enjoy any of it. Basically it was a really relaxing week of getting to show my mom the city and the fun places to eat and what I do with my life. Mom left early Friday morning, we said goodbye Thursday night. I spent all day in bed being sick and sad. Saturday I didn't do a whole lot outside of catching up on the homework I was supposed to do on Friday and then I went to an "American-style party" hosted at a friend's house.
The theme was "Back to the Jungle" or something along those lines. We went out dancing and I got home at 6:45 am on Sunday. Woke up at 2:45, did more homework and then went back to sleep.
Fairly uneventful weekend. The fun really started this morning though. I woke up not feeling well again, and I hurt my heel somehow or other so that sucked, but I went to class anyhow because I missed all my Monday classes last week. I had to go to the Secretaría (Registrar) because on SUMA (the online university portal thing) I don't have access to one of my classes. It is a first year course so there are 2 groups, according to my last name I am in the 2nd group, but I was told that didn't matter for international students, so my class is actually in the 1st group. On SUMA I had access to the right materials up until this weekend. So I went in to ask them to change it and they were less than helpful and basically told me that there was absolutely nothing I could do. I then went over to the international affairs office to fix it and immediately burst into tears as I was telling the secretary what happened. Not a pretty sight, and not a good morning. It's probably just because this time most years I'm getting ready to go home for Thanksgiving, but this year I don't get to go home until July. It's not a particularly heart-warming thought. I know I shouldn't be complaining, I'm living in Europe for crying out loud! But still...You gotta go home every now and then. Definitely had that moment of severe homesickness when Mom was leaving of "why can't I go too?" Anyhow, I'm sorry to make you all read about my depressing morning, but that's really all I got for this week.
¡Hasta la semana que viene! Hopefully it will be a happier one