School, Drink, Party, Learn Some Basque

There is a first time for everything. Since I am no longer a stranger to alcohol-induced blasphemy (who needs bars when you can drink in front of medieval ecclesiastical sights?), last night seemed an appropriate time to get another first out of the way. Going out at two in the morning, heavily tinged with the fizzy combination of Esmirnoff and Kas (read: Smirnoff and lemon Fanta), is very much standard practice here in Burgos, especially now that Carnaval has begun. I went to sleep at 6:30am, Eurotrash techno still ringing in my ears. The sun here doesn't rise until after seven, so at least it still felt like night.