I GOT SENT TO JAIL

"We are all prisoners at one time or another in our lives, 

prisoners to ourselves or to the expectations of those around us. 

It is a burden that all people endure,

 that all people despise,

 and that few people ever learn to escape." 

                                                                                                                                 -'Exile' by R. A. Salvatore

This crazy lifestyle isn't for me, you know? I need my 9 hour sleep on the weekends, specially if I work out for 3 hours on Friday (weights+track). Anyway, breaking the everyday routine is always good and specially better if you are visiting an old prison in another state. Sweet.

In Spain driving more than 2 hours is like leaving your Hobbit Hole to go to Mordor. A long journey, you got it, right?. (Just wanted to make sure you understand my weird metaphors) On the other hand, in America is as common as going to the grocery store. Like:
           -Hey guys this weekend we are going on a 3.5 hours drive
            Me: Wait what?
            American: Oh ma'am let's go. How much gas do I put in the car?

Something like that. Everything went as planned and we arrived in Missouri on time to do the tour. I found it really interesting due to the fact that I thought all the prisons were the same as Orange is the New Black's or Prison Break's but apparently not, it was way older though but I wish you could have seen those tiny cells.

Boy it was cold in Jefferson City and those rock buildings were not helping at all, I have never been inside a fridge for a couple of hours but I guess it must be something like doing that visit. I found myself missing those Spanish 110º.

After the tour was over I was literally starving and ended up eating my healthy Greek pizza and almost half of Bryce's in a fancy local restaurant.

On the way home we stopped by Kansas City (gorgeous city) and went to a shopping center. RIP to my debit card. I didn't even get to slide it once, the moment I was going to pay some t-shirts I realized I had lost it. Nobody used it, the bank cancelled it, and I got sent a new one home.  What happens in America, stays in America. This is the kind of stuff that you don't tell your parents while on an exchange.
PSA: They don't know about it yet, and I'd like to keep it that way, thanks for your collaboration.

The shopping center was beautiful indeed, such a cool place for a date or an escape with friends.