El ultimo lunes
It’s Monday. My last Monday. The last Monday in Sevilla. The last Monday I will ever have that starts at 7:15pm.
I have a presentation in class in a couple minutes. The one thing about my work ethic in Spain is that I hardly have one. We’ll see how this goes. Wish me luck as I describe to my fellow students the atrocities committed in the name of honor.
I just bought my ticket for the overnight bus to Madrid. Ever since the bus incident on the way down to Sevilla, buses have made me extremely anxious. Even though I have a printed confirmation number and a printed ticket and a numbered seat, I still have doubts that I actually have a spot on that bus.