First day of spanish lessons survived. That is about the best prognosis. They wisely serve coffee and tea through out the four hour lesson, but even with that my brain felt like it was wilting after two hours. So I went downstairs and petted the dog, Princessa. See, there was very good reasoning behind this whole dog-deciding-language school thing. Princessa also became part of nosotros in many of my made up ´sentences. Beyond all of that fun, I´ve gone for many walk-runs outside of town to see the local villages. I don´t even want to imagine what my lungs look after sharing the road with so many black fume spewing buses, but it´s worth it to get some execise. Last night I avoided the racuious party at the hostel and climbed up on the roof. There is a little patch of cement to sit on and from there I could see over the rooftops to the ruins of one of the many cathedrals and the mountains beyond. Right when I got up there I saw a shooting star and I felt like everything was a little more right with my trip. This morning, right before my spanish lesson, my teacher and I were standing on the top level of the school and could see a clear view of Volcan Fuego and it was erupting! The volcano tops are usually covered in clouds, so it was exciting to even see the top of the peak (mom and dad, think mt. rainer) let alone to see it erupt.