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So somehow after two months, two weeks, two days, and an unknown number of hours (with the time difference that math would make my brain hurt) it is finally time to come back from winter/summer break and head to class.  Unfortunately my class schedule (or course timetable as these silly people here call it) was mucked about in by some vengeful harpies and now lacks all sense.  I've got early classes (9 or 10) every day.  I've never had a class before 9:30 or lived off campus so this should be interesting.  Then I don't have class until 3 or 4 in the afternoon, nothing on Thursdays and my Fridays I'm in class from 9 to 3 practically straight.  So you may or may not be updated on me making or not making it to class ever... should be interesting.  But it does leave large chunks of time in the middle of my day that line up perfectly for skyping all you lovely people on the other side of the world.

Before classes get us down, we are still having oodles of fun in town.  This is Cuba street where we usually end up most days either looking in little artsy shops (only a few days have gone by where we haven't gone in Madame Fantsy Pants and I'd like to keep it that way)  Or enjoying the most amazing milkshakes at Fidel's.  And yes that's Fidel's like Fidel Castro and yes it is on Cuba street and yes their thick shapes literally made my chin drop the first time I tasted one. I've had some good chocolate milkshakes in my life but I didn't have a chocolate milkshake until I had one at Fidel's. Changed my life.

We also finally made it down to the beach, though by the time we did it was getting later and cool in the wind.  The water is pretty cold and I had a splinter, but it was all worth it in the end because to look out form the beach and see city on one side, mountains on the other is a sight I'm not used to and I quite like it.  I might complain about all the hills we have to walk up but it makes beautiful views from both the top and the bottom.  The way I got the splinter though (which is now even worse and not pleased with this silly thing I call walking) is by jumping off a plank into the bay.  Sounds simple enough but remember the water is cold and there is a slight chance of jumping on stingrays.  Totally worth it though.