Day one, Katie forgot to turn ON the alarm clock. She set it but the turning it on part must have been too much for her. So we wake up to the sound of mama española waking us up in time for breakfast. She was sweet though, "tranquila, tranquila, solamente el primer dìa. No pasa nada! No pasa nada!" Janice had class at 9:00 and made it on time and Katie doesn't have class until 12:00 that lucky girl. "Que dicha!" We have all but one class together. We each have one alone. Our teachers are all perfecto. Isabella is the name of our phonetics teacher, today we got to watch her mouth as she demonstrated the difference between "p" and "b". Our favorite was when she twisted her mouth and stuck out her tongue all while talking a hundred miles an hour.... impressive. Me gusta eso.
Today's lunch was soooo good. Cauliflower with oil and vinegar, and something yummy that looked like little raviolis but were some type of fried bread with turkey inside... wow that was hard to explain. She actually ate with us for the first time and ever since Katie told her about her mothers Cancer she tells her all the healthy things to eat to avoid Cancer... She writes them down diligently.... NOT. Today was the most fun pow-wowing about different words and all of the successful women in our lives like the Valencian mayor.
Apparently we need to learn the hours for the afternoon siesta because today we went to buy our books but the door was blocked by huge steal bars. They're serious about their breaks here in Spain.We found a nearby park though and talked for a while, it is beautiful in the Valencian parks!
Today's word of the day is: "la alcalde" Rita Babarà (mujeres ganan)
Hasta luego guapos.. ;)
Europe is serious about it's "nap time". In Sicily everything shut down midday for their riposo, and never go to Italy in the month of August I think the whole country takes a vacation that month! America wouldn't know what to do with a siesta or a riposo, it's a shame though cuz everyone needs a little down time.
ReplyDeleteDidn't I tell you? Siesta (Siesta-ing?) is the national sport of Spain. Pay attention next time!
ReplyDeleteI miss you so much, but I'm glad you're having fun and that you get to have this experience! Keep us updated (:
ReplyDeleteOh yes Natalie! Everything closes.. Oh and I was hoping to go to Italy but we think it's too much for the small spring break we have. I guess I'll have to learn Italian and come back. Let's do that together!
ReplyDeleteFlamedemon123.. You were right! Who are you? haha
Lindsey, I LOVE YOU! I'm so sad to live life without you in it all the time!
I'm hurt... Fine, three guesses...
ReplyDeleteJust 'cause you go to Spain doesn't give you the right to forget people; no matter how much you want to!