It's Wednesday and I am exhausted because it has been a full week of class, homework, studying...... Ok, or not. The only reason why my classes are difficult is because they are in Spanish (Spanish with a weird, Andalucian accent, might I add, which makes things even more confusing!). I don't have much real work to do, but I am currently procrastinating writing a one page history paper about the Roman influence in Spain, a one page summary of what I learned in literature class, and six grammar fill-in-the-blanks. ...I should NOT be complaining.
Tomorrow is Thursday, and I officially start my weekend at noon (Six AM in Connecticut-it will be the weekend for me as all of you are either just waking up, still sleeping, or, if you're my mother, you will have been awake for 2 and a half hours already. I would not recommend this last option, unless you are crazy). The good news is I am going to Barcelona this weekend for Carneval, which is the Spanish equivalent of Mardi Gras and Halloween mixed together into a mess of craziness. The biggest festival actually takes place in Cadiz (where I went two weeks ago and wasn't crazy about), but Lindsay is in Barcelona and I can stay with her for free so...Barcelona it is! Unfortunately, someone may need to bail me out of jail when I attempt to kidnap Lionel Messi and take him back with me... (kidding, kidding).
I am too tired to write coherent sentences, so here is a list:
1. Vino blanco=white wine. Blanco vino=White people came. Do not accidentally say the second one like I did last night. Oops (again).
2. Since vegetables are seemingly a rarity here, I have grown to like salad when my Señora makes it. Weird.
3. All I really want is a bagel with cream cheese and lox. So Jewish of me. And I don't want Dunkin' Donuts bagels. Those aren't real bagels. (I am a bagel snob).
4. I also want to watch Sportscenter, but I don't want to hear about how badly the men's basketball team is doing.
5. Pitchers and Catchers report to Yankees' Spring Training on Sunday... This is absolutely not relevant to my life in Spain, but I felt I should inform everybody that baseball season is almost here!
6. Beware of cars, motorcycles, and large buses. Do not cross the street when you do not have a walk signal. This knowledge is also relevant in the United States, and maybe I should listen to common sense more (motorcycles like to try to run me over).
7. My mother's main concern before I came here was my apparent "lack" of table manners. However, if she saw my Señora's table manners, she would think I was perfect. Apparently, slamming your utensils onto the plate when your done is okay. So is answering the phone during dinner, entirely licking the wrapper of your yogurt while making gross sounds, chewing with your mouth open, burping, and coughing all over everybody's food.
8. The Spanish love their TV. Who says Americans are technology obsessed? The TV here is a third family member, and is strategically placed a mere foot from the table and is always, ALWAYS, on. However, I am okay with watching soccer highlights while eating.
9. The Spanish also love their yogurt. I like yogurt as well, but not with every meal as dessert. Give me ice cream or give me death.
10. Meeting people from all over the world is the most fun thing! Today I met a girl from Austria and a girl from Germany. They study at a school in Austria, and are in Granada until July. They were super nice, spoke perfect English (and decent Spanish), and were generally very cool people. And they spoke something like five languages. Pshh, I am an ignorant American...
11. My first meal when I return home will be a large turkey sandwich. (I'm never eating ham again after being here). Then I will sit with my Tulmeadow Red Raspberry Chocolate Chip ice cream in front of the Yankees game and watch the entire 9 innings, followed by Baseball Tonight. Then, I will watch Sportscenter until it repeats, and I will proceed to watch it again.
And then I am going to play soccer.
Love love love,
Lauren
P.S. My literature teacher today said that she saw a few of us running by the river, and that running is "unhealthy." Too bad one of those people was me. Gosh darn it Lauren, stop being so unhealthy and going for runs! Clearly my desire to be physically fit is going to be the end of me......
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