After sleeping for about 10 hours, I was fully rested to finish all of my homework for the weekend and start some of my final projects. I was actually pretty productive and finished everything except for my economics paper and studying for my International Business exam on Tuesday. I decided to give myself a break and go out for a walk around since I hadn't done much movement all day. (To give you an idea of how little I moved my Fitbit said I only had 626 steps when I walked out my door.) I went to Corte Ingles to see if I could find a heavier jacket for when I go to Poland in November and also see if I could find some baking ingredients. I couldn't find any powdered sugar even though multiple people said I would be able to. I even went around the entire store to see what else they had. I found an aisle that slightly resembled an international food aisle but it only had Japanese and Mexican foods. (I don't think one bottle of Harissa is enough to include Moroccan too.) I also happened to find a pretty dark red colored jacket but wanted to look around more before I bought it. I stopped by the other part of Corte Ingles to look at the available cook books. While there, I noticed that the Starbucks was packed and when I say packed, I mean it! This picture doesn't even include the other side of the store! I noticed on my walk that there were an unusual amount of people on the streets and I passed up some guys setting up a concert stage on Gran Via. When I got back to my house I watched another intense episode of Gran Hotel. I definintely suggest watching it. Ten minutes before the episode was over Ignacio called me into the kitchen. I thought he was calling me for dinner because I heard him cooking but also it was around dinner time. We talked for a little bit about how our days were and he explained that he wasn't actually cooking dinner because he and his friends were going to climb a mountain and eat up there. I thought it was a little weird but I figured they were going up the mountain that has the funicular where you can see all of Bilbao. He even invited me to go with him and I agreed. Then he said, "Well go get ready then." I was a little confused but I went with it. When we were leaving I noticed he wasn't carrying a bag or anything with him, which I thought was weird but again, didn't question it. We ended up walking towards Indautxu (the neighborhood next to mine) and met a couple of his friends at a bar. We ended up just sitting there and talking for a couple hours. It was nice but also a little awkward because they were talking about serious issues with their jobs and health. At one point, they were full on arguing with each other while I was just sitting there.
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