May 26, Day 4

I was miserable when I got up this morning. Though I switched roommates hoping to get some sleep, my new roommate ended up being a snoring-type too. What are the odds. After breakfast and such we headed out in the cars to a city about an hour or so away. Once we finally got to the town I was really looking forward to my first delicious french cafe drink. I ordered a cappuccino, and it ended up being like a power mix and they added a butt ton of whipped cream and garnish on the top. I don't like my coffee sweet, so I couldn't even finish that drink. It was quite a letdown. After chillin in the town, we went and visited a cave that was nearby. It was your typical cave dug by water tons of years ago.... blah blah. Nothing too exciting really. Especially since by that time my feet were killing me. And you couldn't take any photos in the cave anyway. There were cave paintings that were really old. The only thing about the caves I liked, or thought was funny, is that the calcium something formations in certain parts of it literally looked like a giant snotted into the cave or something. So I thought it was funny. After the caves we went home for yet another delicious dinner from Johnny:

Appetizer: Roasted red pepper puree cooked in homemade pastry with roasted peppers, olives, feta cheese and balsamic vinegar

Dinner: Chicken with herbs of sorts and cous-cous (I don't know how to spell it but it's like the rice that chopped up in to itty-bittier rice)

Dessert: Peach pudding, and I think the peaches had been poached in white wine.

I think it's funny that in my journal I was keeping track of my showers and tea count versus the group's alcohol count. In my journal I literally wrote 'group alcohol count: uncountable'. It's very odd being on the outside of everything. Even being around those who go out every night, I still can't understand how it can be fun. But anyways, this was day 4, and my shower count was still at 0. I win.

I was still sick, I had developed a sore throat and extreme congestion and such, but throughout the day I was finally able to kind of begin enjoying the trip instead of feeling miserable and sick and just trying to get through the day. For awhile it was really hard to stay strong and not think about home and family and the boyfriend and what not. (I'm better now, don't fret) I looked forward to sleep on this night having moved to a different room with yet another roommate. Mhm.