but I'm here. And I've eaten and slept. I'd say I lost my bag, but that makes it sound like another case of Sonia absentmindedness and it wasn't. (Backpack crammed into the back of a luggage compartment of a crowded bus. Couldn't fit big bag, couldn't get backpack out, had to ask a girl on the bus to grab it for me at the train station until I took next bus. She couldn't find it, bus left.) But after some intense sleuthing (including waiting 2 hours for siesta to be over so the information counter would re-open) I was happily reunited with my bag. Crisis averted.
Cadiz is a beach town on the southwest coast of Spain.
From the peak that juts down to Morocco, look up and left along the coast. It's the oldest city in Western Europe and what I've seen so far is unreasonably beautiful.
The University of Cadiz is the site for the first month of my program. It's a self-selecting language program just for all us UC students whose Spanish no es very bueno and who have to write bueno-er essays to be graded by Spanish profs in not too long. I actually thought I had to enroll because of my class level in Spanish. Turns out that wasn't true but now I get to bum around in a beach town for a while, and practice never hurts.
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