Yesterday was a bad day. And it's the bad days that often have the best endings. Mom called and she could tell I sounded down, but her advice gave me a little perspective. I may not travel Europe after Santander, but I'd probably be glad to get home, especially if I'd be travelling alone. But it's amazing what a cup of coffee can do.Yesterday I was exhausted; I spent all day in bed alternating between sleep and reading. I thought of sad things and wanted to go enjoy the day at the beach but didn't have the energy. It pissed me off that I had no Spanish friends.Worse, I felt like a kid. My diet changed to more comfortable stuff like meat and potatoes and while it eases some stress, I felt like they were going too far out of the way to accomodate me. I told Carlos I needed an adapter for American electronics and he took a charger off for me and bought on the next day. I felt completely useless.Today, though, another Blake and I went to a cafeteria for a cup of coffee. It's cheap, strong, and tasty. Totally did the trick. Today I have the energy to go to the beach, even. I'm less useless.Then last night after dinner, Sol and Carlos spotted a mosquito in the kitchen. They flipped out. They shut all the doors and windows and stood back from it like it were some kind of stealth AIDS-carrying ninja. I volunteered to help and within 30 seconds smashed it on the ceiling and killed it. One pro over Texas: mosquitos are so rare that natives actually flip out. Maybe I'm a little useful here after all.