"The fastest route in Spain is always a circle."

I have just finished receiving blank stares for the entirety of my 50 minutes teaching today and now feel compelled to write something that may actually register in someone's mind (thank you freshman). Firstly, I love teaching this intro course, but seriously ASU? These kids are 18 years old and have been through years of schooling already. Most of them are honors students who have worked their asses off the past couple years of high school and if they needed a refresher on goal setting, they probably wouldn't have graduated in the first place. In fact, I think I can safely say that if one has not figured out goal setting by the college level, that person is in a select percentage of the university population that probably will drop out after the first semester or two, even at ASU. But I digress...

Pulpo a la Fiesta

Because TDSE has been holding down this blog for the past couple weeks (and doing a great job), it seemed like a nice idea to write a small update about my travels in Spain to supplement his hard work. I am currently sitting in an Irish pub called Gilligams in Boiro, Galicia, and I find myself using that phrase much too often. If you've heard that the Galician portion of Spain is like a completely different country, you are very much correct. At the very least, most of its inhabitants would have you believe that.

Introduction?

In the likely event that TDSE's last 3 posts have filled you with an endless ennui because like me, you are not interested in watching famous people dance, rich (but emotionally tragic) people be rich (and emotionally tragic), and poor (but emotionally tragic) people get rich (and remain emotionally tragic), hopefully this will offer you a respite. If this doesn't work, feel free to check out thefuckingweather.