So I left off at the meter beer race...and well Tuesday was a disaster. It was January 12th, and Paddy, Laura, Elena and I sat there trying to put the pieces of the night together. An epic fail on our part. But luckily my camera filled us in. It was one of those moments from the movie "The Hangover" where they say we are going to look at these pictures once then destroy all of the evidence. I have never laughed so hard in all my life. These pictures were so unbelievable, and the fact that we only remembered the first 5 made it even better.
So classes only started the 18th, and it was the 12th. This meant going out everynight with our new friends. Everyone was bonding and life was damn good. We were laughing, mingling, dancing, drinking and sharing stories from where we were from. High on life for sure.
Latina was frequented pretty often, we tried La Palace, Magnum, and African Children. I kid you not. African Children is the name of the bar - a pretty chill place, small obviously, but super good.
And like a lightning flash it was Monday morning. Class time.
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