Another bad day turns into another good one. Thursday: still sick, but a new roommate, Nate, arrives. He's here for July. This day, he crashes.Friday: I get really sick while walking to class and run home. Skip class, like everyone else did. I take a pill, relax, and feel better by evening. I walk around town with Nate, and that night we set up an outing with the chicas.The chicas: three US students I met on the way home one night. Mei is of Chinese descent and studies law, Maria Jose studies journalism, and there's the third girl, whose name I forgot but already left for home anyway, who was an engineer. I think I met the three on Wednesday, had a coffee with all 3 on Thursday, and then last night Nate and I went out with the two remaining girls. First was an Irish pub, where I drank nothing for my stomach's sake, followed by a Spanish music discotheque called Bellini's. The place was hoppin' all night and I had the time of my life dancing with the two girls while Nate chased other girls in the place. Maria Jose was an incredible dancer, and it was amazing when she gave me lessons in salsa and reggaeton. This night was easily my best here. On the plate for the weekend, unfortunately, is schoolwork (one last paper), and studying for my finals on Tuesday. Sounds silly for a summer study abroad class, I know, but apparently our profs were furious that no one came to class yesterday. Thankfully I haven't had to set my alarm for the first time in ages and I feel much better for it.