Monday came around again far too quickly, so it was back to lectures for us. Well, assuming they were on this week. I have two classes on a Monday, South American history and Español como una lengua extranjera. Still not entirely sure what this class involves, and this was not helped by the fact that in our Monday class the lecturer seemed to spend a large amount of the time getting people up to the front to sing nursery rhymes. What I understand even less is how keen the Spanish were to get involved while the English/German/French faction of the class shrank away in their seats cringing. Seems as if the teaching techniques here are slightly less traditional... Had planned a more chilled evening, but still ended up having a few drinks with two of my housemates before heading over to the other flats for a few more while some of the guys were jamming on their guitars. So yet another late night, my body clock is now so messed up I actually find it impossible to sleep before about 2:30am. Definitely falling into the Spanish way of life.

This picture is actually of another one of the university buildings, its quite close to my house but unfortunately I don't have any classes there. It beautifully lit up at night though.