high-speed train to Toledo. As I rounded the corner to the nearest plaza, I saw dozens of girls standing outside the entrance of the far nicer and more expensive hotel across the way. After walking around them for a couple of minutes I realized Mexican supergroup RBD is staying here (a girl was wearing a Mexican flag that said "Estados Unidos de RBD" on it). El último adiós to Fernando Fernán Gómez across the plaza at the Teatro and now RBD. Action-packed plaza!
Last night´s intercambio, over cañas at a bar in the Puerta del Sol, was helpful but weird. They´re weird by nature - two strangers meet and ask those strange first-encounter questions while struggling through each other´s languages. Anyway, the freak in me was pleased that my Spanish was much better than her English, but I know I still have lots of work to do to command the language and, more importantly, feel super comfortable talking to native-speakers. We´re planning to meet again next week after I´ve had a few days of my intensive classes, so hopefully I´ll see a bit of improvement. And hopefully we´ll have something to talk about.
Off to Toledo. Lots of pictures of medieval stuff to come.