Nothing too exciting this week...except...

Off to Britain in a week and Glastonbury on Tuesday night! I'm so excited! Get to see Arcade Fire, The Who, Manic Street Preachers, Killers, and loads more! Matt promises me that we'll both come back from Glasto with a clear head and lots of mud and grime...which we both need. The clear head at least...I could probably do without the mud, but it's forcasted to rain a bit...welcome to england i suppose. Anyways...out tickets came via Royal Mail the other day.

This past week has been much the same. Hard time finding work and my going to classes and it being HOT! The feast that the festival commererates Jesus' last supper and that the whole week is more or less about eating a movable feast. Supposedly the real party was outside of town at some fair with rides and rollercoaster, but sadly Matt and I didn't have the dinero or determination to go out there, especially when I ended class at 7 and we'd been walking around all day as it was looking for work. The last thing we wanted to do was walk around a fair.

Matt managed to find two days of work at a little cafe owned by a french guy, but after Matt worked his butt of during two of the busiest days of the festival, the guy turned around and said his spanish wasn't good enough. We sized this up to just an excuse because through out the corse of the day, while serving spanish people, they asked him where in Spain he was from! Besides, he's french and I heard him talk in Spainish...it's not like his is up to par. When I met him he started talking to me in french! So basically it is the same old same old. Matt then got called by Pizza Hut...which we're looking at as a last resort, and to top it all off, they want him to deliver, and one thing he doesn't posses is a valid liscense! He then stopped by this resurant again where manager promised him work as an assitant chef in the kitchen. Luckly the man gave his word that he would have work for him as off June 28, the day after we get back from Britain. Then again...it's just his word...and this is Spain.

As for me, I've dropped off a number of resumes at language schools, but no one has rung yet. One lady was really nice and said that they would find something. But in Spain that means they might be able to find something in a month, year or two -- mas o menos. We're hanging in there, but it's not easy. Sorry if I sound a bit pesimistic and skeptical, but it's not like we've been met with open arms these past four weeks. My spanish has improved ten fold and I am actually starting to understand people when they speak to me. Maybe it's just because they're my teachers at school who know they have to talk to me slowly, but I've picked up so much.

That's about it. Now that I've learned to post pictures on my blog they should become more frequent and a lot more interesting! Talk to you all laters.