You don't look American.

As I last told you I have been more and more accustomed to the Spanish lifestyle...staying out late at night. The weekend was perfect proof of just how well adjusted I am now after 4 months here. After my late night chatting on Thursday I again dared to go out the next night. Mostly because i hadn't really gone with my American friends since before the Christmas break. The whole idea was, go out for tapas, maybe bar hop a little and then head home relatively early because I was also going out in Cordoba the next night. So here's what happened:

I went to belly dancing class before we went out (I hadn't been in a month and I'd missed it SO much!) and got done around 10pm. Went directly to meet up with the guys after class and we started the night at the tapas bars, bar hoped some more and by the end of the night we had managed to check out about 5 different bars. That night ended at about 3am...of course we had some catching up to do so my 15 minute walk home turned into about 45min. Let me also just add it was literally freezing outside (took me about an hour to warm up my hand and feet).

The next day I woke up again around 2pm. Hmmm...this seems to be a great start of a bad habit. Not much got done that day except talking with Mike and attempting to get some research done for my trips. That night though, my friend and I went to Cordoba (about a 40min drive north) to meet with some friends and go dancing. We met up with another girl around 10pm, got some food, checked out a few places and ended up at a dance club. We were dancing for about 2 hours straight (that doesn't beat my New Years record but it's still a lot) to a mix of salsa music, Lady Gaga and Michael Jackson's- Black and White...and then again more salsa. I think we got home around 3am but I didn't even get to bed until past 5...i was chatting with my mom (there's a 9 hr time difference) about their visit coming up.

And THEN AGAIN I found myself waking up at 2pm the next day... What is happening to me? I think I'm turning into my brother...

Amazingly enough when getting up for work this morning, I was surprisingly refreshed. Lesson learned: stay out late, sleep all day and start the week rested and relaxed???

I also thought I should bring up an encounter I had today. I went to go buy some groceries and stopped by this shop (in the market). I'd been there a couple times so he knew me but only now did he ask about me.
His question: Are you English?
My response: No, I'm from the U.S.
His response: Oh, you don't look like you're American. You look more like you're from England.

Still not exactly sure how to take that...