Spain is trying to kill me.

In a cruel and ironic way, Spain is going to kill me by feeding me to death. I have never seen such large portions of food, and there is no way around it. They don't have leftovers here, so everyone is expected to eat everything on their plate. But it's not just one plate, it's a whole big production. Amaya and I just went to eat at a restaurant with a special that for 10 Euros we got bread, water, pasta with cheese and ham, a huge plate of chicken and potatoes, and cafe con leche. I couldn't eat half of it.

I think it's a conspiracy. Maybe Spaniards want to make Americans even fatter. I'm not sure, but it's killing me. I worked really hard last semester to eat healthy and exercise regularly, but it's all being undone here. I don't understand how people aren't morbidly obese here! It's a paradox. One of life's mysteries. I tell myself I'm going to work out, but I'm ALWAYS full and can never work out because of it.

Even worse for my health, everyone smokes here. There's not even a smoking section and non-smoking section in most places. I don't mind cigarette smoke usually, but how can someone eat with one hand and have a cigarette in the other? It's gross and overwhelming in every restaurant and bar. Right now my lungs are struggling for air next to these two women who came and sat down beside us and are chain smoking.

Ok so here are some pictures of the group out on the town. WHOOO HOOOO