so on my way to the internet cafe, me and laney got rushed by a group of about 50 shouting soaking wet Spanish boys -and they picked us up over their heads and sang Spanish chants to us, put us down and marched away (in my mind they jumped in the fountain across the way). pretty much one of the best things that's ever happened to me. ha. and way more stories like that to tell of Gods wonderful spontaneity- when i get back on sunday night.