Spanish is uneventful. Faith spoke the language pretty well as a kid but got rusty in virtuality, so she mostly engages the professor in as much Spanish conversation as she can to try and get the accent back.

Once classes are over, she swings by the student center and picks up a stack of pamphlets for various organizations to read at her leisure, and skips back home. On the way she takes a picture of a field of wildflowers and texts it to Chelsea with a smiley face.

Dinner at home, final unpacking, and laying out materials for her Tuesday classes: anthropology and a seminar on advertising.