Morocco. Where to begin? It was sooo cool, but an extremely different culture. It was the first time I felt truly stared at by everyone on the street. Although not all the women were dressed head to toe in the traditional dress, just by wearing jeans and normal shirts we stuck out like sore thumbs. There were bars were only men were served, and instead of sitting around tables when they were together, everyone was in one long line on one side of all the tables facing the street. There was also an eastern style toilet in one of the bathrooms. You know, the hole is the floor, stand up and go for it. I waited for the western toilet.
It took a long time to cross the border on Friday. Probably like an hour and a half or so. I don’t know why that was, but whatevs. So we got to the first city, Tetuan, which is apparently a fishing town. We didn’t really do too much in Tetuan, because we got there later. We ate dinner at the hotel, which was a delicious chicken with a lemon sauce. The hotel was lovely and we had a beautiful, what I think was Oceanside, view of the Mediterranean. So, after watching an episode of Friends in English with Arabic subtitles, we fell asleep to the waves.
The next day we went to Tanger. It was much bigger and bustling than the first, smaller town. We took a walking tour, and then had free time. We visited a rug store where we were showed many rugs and told a little bit about how they were made and such. They always say “You don’t have to buy anything,” but they are a bit insistent on at least your looking at some products…So when the man was finishing up his demonstration, this little Moroccan man who was translating for the Frenchies sitting by us goes to me and Colleen, “Come with me, I want to show you some more rugs. You are in good hands. My name is Abdul.” So, naturally, Colleen and I followed him up a stairwell, taken aback by his eagerness, but he wasn’t sketchy. So, we go up to this room and he’s showing us all these rugs like, “which would you like” and I was like, “Abdul, these are all very lovely, but I’m not really in the market for a rug.” And he, like every salesman in Morocco claimed, “It’s not expensive. A good price just for you. Because you are students, I will give you good price.” So he shows us these rugs that he wants 180 euros for, which is about $250, but the thing is, you’re supposed to barter. So eventually we got him down to 35 euros, more like $45, but I don’t know if that was necessarily a bargain or what. Then we took pictures with him and it was great. Refer to Colleen’s facebook for those.
Then we continued onto our free time to the markets. Seriously, though. The way we were stared at in Morocco makes Spain feel like home. From the market I got the tea pot and sweet tea cups I have been wanting, so I was very happy with that purchase. I also bought this silly camel that I think is so cool. I’m really excited about that. Oh, we also went to a “pharmacy” that I think I would tag more as an apothecary. They had spices and your good old “cure all” creams for dry hands, psoriasis you know, magic lipstick. I bought some spices, including saffron because it was 5 grams for 5 euros, which I’m not sure how expensive that is in terms of a better price than in the US, but I just know that saffron is supposedly very expensive.
Then we ventured on to Chefchauen which was a littler town. Very quaint, very blue. I loooved our guide. He was this little man (common trend in Morocco) with his robe and Fez and when we got off the bus, Colleen was taking a picture of me with the mountains in the background and he goes, “Helloooo, another one.” And he shook my hand in our picture. Haha. He was a hoot. Everytime someone took a picture with him, he said, “Helloooo.” Let me tell you though, speaking of the men, there are some really attractive Moroccan men. I am very attracted to them as a whole. Alright, so more walking tour with funny Moroccan guide, and cute little kids who don’t want their pictures taken. You have to ask there because it’s one of those cultures where they believe it steals your soul to have a picture taken of themselves.
Speaking of which, strange experience. When we were in some cave, I took a picture of some girls who were on our tour, and when I was done with that, two Moroccan girls get my attention, and I couldn’t figure out what they wanted at first. If they wanted me to take their picture or what, but turned out they took a picture of me in the cave. Weird, no? It’d be like if you were visiting Mt. Rushmore and asked some random person from another group to stand in front on the mountain so you could take a picture. I don’t know if it’s because they don’t want to take pictures of themselves and want someone in the picture, or if they thought I was a funny looking American, but whatever the reason, it made me chuckle.
So overall, Morocco was really great. It was beautiful in its rolling hills and little markets, but I don’t think that I could live in a culture where I felt so absolutely out of place. If given the opportunity though, I would go back.
Africa. Check.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Que mono!
Oh long type no talk. So basically life is pretty general. Even though I’m in Spain, I’m still just going to school everyday, which never really ends up being that exciting. However, we make up for that on the weekends with fun trips. So has begun the season of travel, I have decided. It seems like literally nearly every weekend from here on out, at least one day will be spent outside of Sevilla. Alright, recap.
Last weekend we went to Cordoba, which is probably about two hours from Sevilla. First we visited a “bodega” or a winery. That was a very cultural experience. I’m not very big into wine because it’s too bitter for me. We tasted three types of wine. One was vino fino, which is DISGUSTING. It’s just really dry and bitter. Then we had semi-dulce (semi-sweet) and dulce, which tasted like molasses. Needless to say, the semi-dulce was my favorite. Although my favorite was probably the picos, which are like the minibreadsticks you sometimes get at restaurants.
We then continued our journey onto La Mezquita. La Mezquita is a famous mosque that was the capital of Islam during the califato of the Omeyas, I think. Haha. Anyway, it was very big and beautiful and cool to see because I’ve learned about it in Spanish class, so it was cool to see it in real life. It actually has a Catholic church in the middle of it, This was done with permission of the king, who then got angry when he saw how beautiful the Mezquita was, and he thought they had ruined it. But, yes. Very pretty building. Sad story though. I lost my umbrella!
I know, I know. Ridiculous. But, I brought that umbrella from the US, and it was from Target and so cute, and when we were eating I put it down and I must have forgot it because at some point I was walking and I was like, “Oh know! My umbrella!” Following this, it rained. Just my luck.
Today I visited Gibratar which is about 3 hours from Sevilla, and it’s actually a British colony. Such a strange culture. They use the British pound, a lot of people are bilingual with British accents. I ate fish and chips too just because I love fish and chips and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I’m still not even sure if it’s like a little mini England or what. It did make me want to go back to England though. I think I liked it because it’s foreign but they speak English.
Onward in our journey! We took some mini buses up to the rock where we proceeded to St. Michael’s Cave. That was very cool, but one of those things where it’s really only cool in person because I’m not capable of taking pictures that capture it’s beauty. So, if you want to see the less than impressive pictures, you may check facebook. Then, the exciting stuff: MONKEYS! They were so cute, and actually pretty mild.
They are OBSESSED with food. My friend Sal had crackers in his pocket and he was going to take one out of the package, and a little baby monkey heard the wrapper crinkle and came running. Then later the bus driver let a monkey into the bus and he stole a girls lunch! That freaked me out. Let me tell you. I don’t do well with the whole monkey thing. Everyone was letting them crawl on their heads by luring them with food, but I was leary because I didn’t want there to be a monkey fight on me over the food we were luring, and by the time I was like “Well I should just do it’ the guy was like “ This one is the only mean one. She’s the only one who will bite.” Naturally, I declined. However, I have some photos that are pretty close, and some pictures of the monkeys themselves, and were they ever cute!
Last weekend we went to Cordoba, which is probably about two hours from Sevilla. First we visited a “bodega” or a winery. That was a very cultural experience. I’m not very big into wine because it’s too bitter for me. We tasted three types of wine. One was vino fino, which is DISGUSTING. It’s just really dry and bitter. Then we had semi-dulce (semi-sweet) and dulce, which tasted like molasses. Needless to say, the semi-dulce was my favorite. Although my favorite was probably the picos, which are like the minibreadsticks you sometimes get at restaurants.
We then continued our journey onto La Mezquita. La Mezquita is a famous mosque that was the capital of Islam during the califato of the Omeyas, I think. Haha. Anyway, it was very big and beautiful and cool to see because I’ve learned about it in Spanish class, so it was cool to see it in real life. It actually has a Catholic church in the middle of it, This was done with permission of the king, who then got angry when he saw how beautiful the Mezquita was, and he thought they had ruined it. But, yes. Very pretty building. Sad story though. I lost my umbrella!
I know, I know. Ridiculous. But, I brought that umbrella from the US, and it was from Target and so cute, and when we were eating I put it down and I must have forgot it because at some point I was walking and I was like, “Oh know! My umbrella!” Following this, it rained. Just my luck.
Today I visited Gibratar which is about 3 hours from Sevilla, and it’s actually a British colony. Such a strange culture. They use the British pound, a lot of people are bilingual with British accents. I ate fish and chips too just because I love fish and chips and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I’m still not even sure if it’s like a little mini England or what. It did make me want to go back to England though. I think I liked it because it’s foreign but they speak English.
Onward in our journey! We took some mini buses up to the rock where we proceeded to St. Michael’s Cave. That was very cool, but one of those things where it’s really only cool in person because I’m not capable of taking pictures that capture it’s beauty. So, if you want to see the less than impressive pictures, you may check facebook. Then, the exciting stuff: MONKEYS! They were so cute, and actually pretty mild.
They are OBSESSED with food. My friend Sal had crackers in his pocket and he was going to take one out of the package, and a little baby monkey heard the wrapper crinkle and came running. Then later the bus driver let a monkey into the bus and he stole a girls lunch! That freaked me out. Let me tell you. I don’t do well with the whole monkey thing. Everyone was letting them crawl on their heads by luring them with food, but I was leary because I didn’t want there to be a monkey fight on me over the food we were luring, and by the time I was like “Well I should just do it’ the guy was like “ This one is the only mean one. She’s the only one who will bite.” Naturally, I declined. However, I have some photos that are pretty close, and some pictures of the monkeys themselves, and were they ever cute!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Like Laverne and Shirley...
So I’m at this point right now where I really just love everything about my life. I honestly think it’s in a big part due to the easier school system here. School always stresses me out, and here you just have to read like 20 pages each week for each class, you go to class and the teacher explains the lecture. It’s so much easier. I actually dread real classes when I come back. However, I think I may switch to a psychology major so I’m hoping that’s more interesting and I can enjoy it more.
Annnywho. Yeah. So I just am really enjoying Spain right now. The culture is so rich that it is really helping me to appreciate people’s talents. I think because it’s so expensive to go see things in the United States, I probably don’t spend the money to appreciate the arts, but being that the things I’m doing here are paid for in my tuition, it’s easier to enjoy them. The people here are just so laid back and they truly mean it when they say “No pasa nada” essentially, Colleen and I like to say, the equivalent of “Hakuna Matata” from the Lion King.
So. Today Colleen and I had an activity planned with our interest group. We went to see a Flamenco performance that was phenomenal. However, we weren’t so sure we were even going to make it to the show. Our group leader had sent us an email with the information on where to meet, but we didn’t really note it. There are basically two places were we ever meet, so we figured that we would just check those two out. Well, we did and still no one. So, I called my friend Kelly and she told us where it was, so we walked a bit and then took a taxi, only to find out that it’s literally like 5 minutes from our house.
We were supposed to have met with our group at 8:30, but because we were at the wrong places, 8:30 came and went and we made it to the theater right at about 9:00, only to be told that they had just closed the doors where our leader was sitting, so he couldn’t come bring the tickets to us. However, the people at the theater were so helpful and let us into the theater to look for him. Well, turns out there were two open seats really close to the front, so they just let us sit there. We felt like such cheaters. Here we are late and irresponsible, and we get these great seats that probably cost like 50 euro, and our poor teacher who probably would have loved our seats is in the upper balcony with our cheap tickets that CIEE was willing to pay for. Good things come to those who are late ☺. It just felt like such a TV episode like Lucy and Ethel or Laverne and Shirley causing shenannanigans or something.
The show was amazing though. The people have such rhythm, and there’s just a natural musicality to their performance. I loved the drummer, because he was just really good. Haha. There were three men who came out and danced. I feel like Flamenco is the Spanish River Dance. I might not mind to go see River Dance actually. They are so amazing and their feet move so fast. I’m sure their legs are in really good shape. Haha. Then there was a woman who looked strangely Mexican or gypsy like to me. She didn’t really strike me as Spanish. She was good too, but a little bit older. One of the guys was sooooo guapo. I would marry him. He was so cute and he had a smile on his face like he loved dancing. Ring on the finger though. Haha. But yes, overall a very enjoyable experience that turned out much better than I was expecting.
Annnywho. Yeah. So I just am really enjoying Spain right now. The culture is so rich that it is really helping me to appreciate people’s talents. I think because it’s so expensive to go see things in the United States, I probably don’t spend the money to appreciate the arts, but being that the things I’m doing here are paid for in my tuition, it’s easier to enjoy them. The people here are just so laid back and they truly mean it when they say “No pasa nada” essentially, Colleen and I like to say, the equivalent of “Hakuna Matata” from the Lion King.
So. Today Colleen and I had an activity planned with our interest group. We went to see a Flamenco performance that was phenomenal. However, we weren’t so sure we were even going to make it to the show. Our group leader had sent us an email with the information on where to meet, but we didn’t really note it. There are basically two places were we ever meet, so we figured that we would just check those two out. Well, we did and still no one. So, I called my friend Kelly and she told us where it was, so we walked a bit and then took a taxi, only to find out that it’s literally like 5 minutes from our house.
We were supposed to have met with our group at 8:30, but because we were at the wrong places, 8:30 came and went and we made it to the theater right at about 9:00, only to be told that they had just closed the doors where our leader was sitting, so he couldn’t come bring the tickets to us. However, the people at the theater were so helpful and let us into the theater to look for him. Well, turns out there were two open seats really close to the front, so they just let us sit there. We felt like such cheaters. Here we are late and irresponsible, and we get these great seats that probably cost like 50 euro, and our poor teacher who probably would have loved our seats is in the upper balcony with our cheap tickets that CIEE was willing to pay for. Good things come to those who are late ☺. It just felt like such a TV episode like Lucy and Ethel or Laverne and Shirley causing shenannanigans or something.
The show was amazing though. The people have such rhythm, and there’s just a natural musicality to their performance. I loved the drummer, because he was just really good. Haha. There were three men who came out and danced. I feel like Flamenco is the Spanish River Dance. I might not mind to go see River Dance actually. They are so amazing and their feet move so fast. I’m sure their legs are in really good shape. Haha. Then there was a woman who looked strangely Mexican or gypsy like to me. She didn’t really strike me as Spanish. She was good too, but a little bit older. One of the guys was sooooo guapo. I would marry him. He was so cute and he had a smile on his face like he loved dancing. Ring on the finger though. Haha. But yes, overall a very enjoyable experience that turned out much better than I was expecting.
Monday, February 23, 2009
It's Carnaval!
Alcohol, alcohol. Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol. Y bocadillos, embarachandos, los resultados me da igual! The chant heartily sung by many a drunk Spaniard at Carnaval in Cadiz. An experience to say the least. I ventured to Cadiz this weekend, a town south of Sevilla to what my friend’s guidebook says is “the craziest party in Spain.” I have to admit, it wasn’t as crazy as I would have expected.
I and three friends took the train from Sevilla to Cadiz for about $25 and arrived at 1 o’clock in the afternoon. This allowed for a lovely day at the beach of laying out, playing cards and eating our sack lunches. Or like the song says, bocadillos. After seeing the sunset on the beach, we ventured off to Telepizza to seek shelter from the somewhat cold outside. After this, we began our journey into Carnaval.
At Carnaval it’s very typical to go in a huge group all in the same costume. Some popular themes were Cruzcampo men (the guy on the label of the beer made in Sevilla), smurfs, chickens, and men dressed as women. The Cruzcampo men were so jolly. I asked to take a picture with them, and they were like “A picture with Pocohonta.” I went as an Indian, but I was referred to as Pocohonta throughout the night. No joke though, they loved giving me shout outs. Whether simply yelling, “Pocohonta,” “How (you know, like the Native American greeting) or lassoing me, they were very fascinated.
Really from what I saw from Carnaval, I’m not that impressed. It’s essentially like a huge community party, and it reminds me of a hybrid of Mardi Gras and Halloween. The streets and plazas are just flooded with people. People come in their groups of friends and essentially claim a spot and drink their chosen liquor for the night. There’s definite interaction amongst groups, but it’s not like everyone’s just there walking around trying to talk to everyone, but that inevitably happens. They’re so chatty and they like just having a little “where are you from, are you enjoying yourself” conversations.
At 3:30 a.m. Colleen and I began the walk back to the train, and once we got there for our 5:10 a.m. train there was a long line to get through even though we had tickets already. However, we got through the line, and claimed our seat on the floor for our two hour train ride. We arrived back at about 7:00 in the morning, took the bus home, showered and slept until 3:00 p.m. today. What a ridiculous lifestyle they have here.
So, this was the last weekend of Carnaval because it’s the big blowout before Lent, which starts Wednesday. My friends and I are giving up English for Lent, except to communicate with friends and family back home. I’m very excited because I try to speak Spanish with friends here, but no one has been that dedicated, so I just tend to use English too because it’s easier. However, I’m hoping this group effort makes things much more concrete.
I and three friends took the train from Sevilla to Cadiz for about $25 and arrived at 1 o’clock in the afternoon. This allowed for a lovely day at the beach of laying out, playing cards and eating our sack lunches. Or like the song says, bocadillos. After seeing the sunset on the beach, we ventured off to Telepizza to seek shelter from the somewhat cold outside. After this, we began our journey into Carnaval.
At Carnaval it’s very typical to go in a huge group all in the same costume. Some popular themes were Cruzcampo men (the guy on the label of the beer made in Sevilla), smurfs, chickens, and men dressed as women. The Cruzcampo men were so jolly. I asked to take a picture with them, and they were like “A picture with Pocohonta.” I went as an Indian, but I was referred to as Pocohonta throughout the night. No joke though, they loved giving me shout outs. Whether simply yelling, “Pocohonta,” “How (you know, like the Native American greeting) or lassoing me, they were very fascinated.
Really from what I saw from Carnaval, I’m not that impressed. It’s essentially like a huge community party, and it reminds me of a hybrid of Mardi Gras and Halloween. The streets and plazas are just flooded with people. People come in their groups of friends and essentially claim a spot and drink their chosen liquor for the night. There’s definite interaction amongst groups, but it’s not like everyone’s just there walking around trying to talk to everyone, but that inevitably happens. They’re so chatty and they like just having a little “where are you from, are you enjoying yourself” conversations.
At 3:30 a.m. Colleen and I began the walk back to the train, and once we got there for our 5:10 a.m. train there was a long line to get through even though we had tickets already. However, we got through the line, and claimed our seat on the floor for our two hour train ride. We arrived back at about 7:00 in the morning, took the bus home, showered and slept until 3:00 p.m. today. What a ridiculous lifestyle they have here.
So, this was the last weekend of Carnaval because it’s the big blowout before Lent, which starts Wednesday. My friends and I are giving up English for Lent, except to communicate with friends and family back home. I’m very excited because I try to speak Spanish with friends here, but no one has been that dedicated, so I just tend to use English too because it’s easier. However, I’m hoping this group effort makes things much more concrete.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Getting involved.
Well, senderismo (hiking) was very fun yesterday. It was also very exhausting, but so worth it. I’ve been wanting to get into naturey things, so this was a good introduction to it. It was a very lovely town in Huelva. I don’t really know what the town was, but I know it was in Huelva. This was a legit hike too. For a little bit I was concerned it would be wimpy and not be worth it, but we had to work. Steep hills, rocks. To the point where you couldn’t always be looking around you because you had to make sure you wouldn’t trip on any rocks.
Today I went to the old folks’ home to volunteer. It was fun, but I feel like it’s so much more laid back and unorganized than volunteering in the United States. I arrived, waited about 10 or 15 minutes for someone to come talk to me, then just followed a nun who led me to the room of a resident just to talk. Then I helped with the coffee time. I had to help a woman who was very picky about her coffee. She had cookies in her coffee, but I had to really stir them in because she didn’t like crumbs. I’ll tell ya. Then I accompanied a woman named Trinidad to what they refer to as “el teatro,” or the theater. That was a really confusing experience.
One of the sisters was setting up the elderly folk, and saying something about a boat, and how we needed to be in the shape of a boat. So, we were divided into two groups that were in the formation of “boats” and I and another volunteer were serving as captains of the boats. Then we did some basic exercises. I don’t understand if it really is a play they’re going to perform one day, or it’s just a way to make exercise fun, but nonetheless it was good.
Then I returned home and Colleen and I ventured to buy our train tickets for Carnaval. Our tickets are successfully purchased and our friends Sal and Mara are going to join us for a day at the beach with our packed lunches, followed by the party that is Carnaval at night. It should be a great time. Colleen and I want to be a bull and a matador as our costume, but we’ll see what the costume store has to offer us.
Classes are going fine. There’s a lot of reading, which is different than anything I’ve really had before. So it’s in one way easier, and in another more challenging. I suppose I shall just keep trucking along and we’ll see where it takes me.
Today I went to the old folks’ home to volunteer. It was fun, but I feel like it’s so much more laid back and unorganized than volunteering in the United States. I arrived, waited about 10 or 15 minutes for someone to come talk to me, then just followed a nun who led me to the room of a resident just to talk. Then I helped with the coffee time. I had to help a woman who was very picky about her coffee. She had cookies in her coffee, but I had to really stir them in because she didn’t like crumbs. I’ll tell ya. Then I accompanied a woman named Trinidad to what they refer to as “el teatro,” or the theater. That was a really confusing experience.
One of the sisters was setting up the elderly folk, and saying something about a boat, and how we needed to be in the shape of a boat. So, we were divided into two groups that were in the formation of “boats” and I and another volunteer were serving as captains of the boats. Then we did some basic exercises. I don’t understand if it really is a play they’re going to perform one day, or it’s just a way to make exercise fun, but nonetheless it was good.
Then I returned home and Colleen and I ventured to buy our train tickets for Carnaval. Our tickets are successfully purchased and our friends Sal and Mara are going to join us for a day at the beach with our packed lunches, followed by the party that is Carnaval at night. It should be a great time. Colleen and I want to be a bull and a matador as our costume, but we’ll see what the costume store has to offer us.
Classes are going fine. There’s a lot of reading, which is different than anything I’ve really had before. So it’s in one way easier, and in another more challenging. I suppose I shall just keep trucking along and we’ll see where it takes me.
Happy Valentines Day!
Happy Valentine’s Day! Or as is said in Spain, Feliz Dia de los Enamorados. How strong, eh? Day of the enamored ones. So tonight we’ll probably see what’s poppin around town. I went running today with Colleen, and I LOVE RUNNING. Haha. I’m so out of shape that it’s hard, but I miss it. I can’t do my good old six mile runs yet, but I will work up to it. Actually, the Sevilla Marathon is next weekend, so perhaps I’ll try to spectate. Tomorrow our program is taking a hiking trip, but I don’t think it’s like hiking through some intense mountain range, probably just some hilly land. I honestly don’t even know where we’re going for it, but it’s free, so that’s all that matters.
I went to the old folk’s home today of the Hermanitas Pobres to set up some volunteering activities. I hope that that works out well. It seems like it could be really beneficial.
Soooo next weekend is Carnival in Cadiz, and I didn’t plan on going, but I’m actually going to look into it. There are buses that will take you there and then you return at like 7 in the morning on Sunday. So crazy, but everyone wears costumes and I think there are some plays and stuff. I just can’t pass up the opportunity to go to something called Carnival.
The weather here is so great right now. When I went running I wore shorts and a t-shirt, and I feel like the people stare at you. Maybe it’s because it’s like boy clothes, maybe girls don’t wear athletic shorts here, but they look at you like you’re crazy. Also, I think part of it is they think it’s still kind of cold outside, but it’s like a day late in spring.
I feel like this semester is going to fly. I know that I say that in like every post, and I also acknowledge that there is still a whole semester worth of work to do, but my week ends on Thursday, and then we take at least a day trip on a lot of weekends, so the week seems to go by pretty fast. I hope that it doesn’t go too quickly, but I guess I can just enjoy it as it comes. How loca es la vida.
I went to the old folk’s home today of the Hermanitas Pobres to set up some volunteering activities. I hope that that works out well. It seems like it could be really beneficial.
Soooo next weekend is Carnival in Cadiz, and I didn’t plan on going, but I’m actually going to look into it. There are buses that will take you there and then you return at like 7 in the morning on Sunday. So crazy, but everyone wears costumes and I think there are some plays and stuff. I just can’t pass up the opportunity to go to something called Carnival.
The weather here is so great right now. When I went running I wore shorts and a t-shirt, and I feel like the people stare at you. Maybe it’s because it’s like boy clothes, maybe girls don’t wear athletic shorts here, but they look at you like you’re crazy. Also, I think part of it is they think it’s still kind of cold outside, but it’s like a day late in spring.
I feel like this semester is going to fly. I know that I say that in like every post, and I also acknowledge that there is still a whole semester worth of work to do, but my week ends on Thursday, and then we take at least a day trip on a lot of weekends, so the week seems to go by pretty fast. I hope that it doesn’t go too quickly, but I guess I can just enjoy it as it comes. How loca es la vida.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I am bad at coming up with titles.
Sooooo. Things are good. Classes started this week. They don't seem too bad. The university class will be challenging, fo sheezy, but I think it will definitely be worth it. The professor is an old man who looks wise. Perhaps it's because he speaks Spanish is why I think he's wise, but whatever the reason, I think it will be good.
I'm getting nervous because I am now flying solo with the university class. Colleen is no longer going to take it so I will be in Sevilla until the end of June by myself. I suppose I just need to make some Spanish friends, which is much easier said than done. It can be said in English, but must be done in Spanish. So, we'll try to figure that out...
The weather is finally better. Yesterday was gorgeous and I went running with a friend and it was GREAT! I miss running. I fell and scraped up my knees. That hurt. However, I've always been told you're not a runner until you fall, so now I'm oficially a Spanish runner. This Sunday I am going hiking, so that's very exciting. Hopefully it's not too dificil but also not too easy and lame. haha. Well, I hope all is well in the states and other foreign countries in which you may be.
Much love.
I'm getting nervous because I am now flying solo with the university class. Colleen is no longer going to take it so I will be in Sevilla until the end of June by myself. I suppose I just need to make some Spanish friends, which is much easier said than done. It can be said in English, but must be done in Spanish. So, we'll try to figure that out...
The weather is finally better. Yesterday was gorgeous and I went running with a friend and it was GREAT! I miss running. I fell and scraped up my knees. That hurt. However, I've always been told you're not a runner until you fall, so now I'm oficially a Spanish runner. This Sunday I am going hiking, so that's very exciting. Hopefully it's not too dificil but also not too easy and lame. haha. Well, I hope all is well in the states and other foreign countries in which you may be.
Much love.
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