Vale! On Thursday we had our first class in the Prado Museum. Unfortunately, Erin, Rachael and I got completely lost (we decided to walk there) and showed up fifteen minutes late to the museum. We had no idea where our class was when we arrived, but we knew that we'd be viewing the paintings of El Greco, so we located his exhibit and just waited for the rest of our group. FIfteen minutes later, we finally reunited with our class and learned all about El Greco and his uncanny fascination with painting Jesus. There were paintings of Jesus' birth, Jesus' baptism, Jesus' crucifixion, Jesus' resurrection, and one of Jesus just hanging out in heaven. That's a whole lot of Jesus. It was exhausting.

That night, a huge group of us went to El Kapital, un discotecha that was formerly an Opera house (turned club) and had 7 floors. I had never seen anything like it, and except for the 15 euro cover charge, it was really fun. A couple of us stayed out until 6 am when the metro started back up, and I really hope I never do that again because I wanted to kill myself the next day.

Friday was pretty uneventful. I accidentally signed up for a tour of El Teatro Real which is Madrid's biggest, most elaborate theater and, for some reason unbeknownst to me, we saw everything in the building except for the theater. Not complaining though, I wanted my sleep.
That night Erin and I mimicked a Shakira video for exercise purposes. It wasn't pretty, but it was a good work out!

Manana... SEGOVIA!!