School is lame. It all reminds me of grade school. One class is a repeat of 6th grade world history, and it makes us all feel like little kids. At least that prof is easy to understand. The other class is a repeat of high school Spanish - yet more vocabulary and grammar, except now the prof talks in incomprehensibly fast Spanish. I want to sleep through all of it. Maybe this is getting me more fluent, but I'm really not sure.
I'm still alive! We walked around for roughly 3 hours trying to find a cybercafe, and I'm finally in one with access to a real computer for more than 5 minutes. There are so, so, so many details that I could write pages and pages. I'll try to make it short and sweet, and tell the longer stories later:House: nice. I live on the outskirts of town by the golf course in a 3-br apartment. I have a temporary roommate from Oregon State until Thursday, whose name is John, is a preppy kind of guy, and is pretty helpful in getting the basics covered. I have my own room even with him there, and after he leaves I don't even have to share a bathroom. I think the family's a little loaded, because it is a small-ish European apartment, but all the fixtures are modern and new and it's surprisingly spacious by Euro standards. I'll take pictures before I leave to give you some decoration ideas.Family: very nice. Soledad, the woman, is sweet as can be. She speaks English (they both do) and she also studies German, so she understands very much what it is to be a student in a foreign language. She's very easy to understand and very accomodating. She drives a Citroen C2, which is a tiny bit bigger than a Mini, and it was fun to be zipped around town in my first afternoon here in it. She's a flight attendant usually, but she's four months pregnant and so she took off from work, and therefore hosts us. John says she's 30, but like most Spanish women sh´'s well-preserved. Carlos, her husband, is supposedly 39 but looks no older than 30. I think he works in animal testing :\ He's a nice guy, but at the same time he's got a very assertive manner about himself. That said, he goes way out of his way to take care of me. He's learning quickly what I like and dislike about food, and the food I eat is progressively becoming more and more familiar, and I'm trying fewer completely new foods but I still try something with basically every meal. It helps a lot with the localization process not to have to stress out about not liking what I'm going to eat. That had me in a mess for a few days but I'm much improved. Oh, and Carlos drives an A4 diesel - those things are cool, you can slam your foot down and you ··zoom·· but the engine doesn't rev up. Another reason I suspect they're a little well off.Life: best explained in person, but I'll say that my waking hours are 8am to about midnight and then much later on weekends. It's hard to get enough sleep, but I'm getting by.Language: easy. I'm getting by without problems, natives who I talk to compliment my skills, and I translate for most of the other students. As a result...School: boring. I take two classes every day, Spanish culture/history and advanced grammar. The culture class has a really nice teacher who's easy to understand, but the subject matter is all kinds of boring. The grammar class will be a little bit tougher (but still mostly material that's right on my level, minor improvements and such) but the instructor is a lot harder to understand. That's about all I can think of for right now, except for one major detail, ··my cell phone works.·· The number is 011-34-617-654-367, and that's to place a call to me from the US. (011 = international access from US, 34 = Spain country code) It's free for me to receive calls of any kind, but placing calls is expensive locally and ludicrous internationally. You're more than welcome to call me, but keep in mind that Spain is 7 hours ahead of Texas, I get out of class at 2pm, and meals are at 3pm and 9pm here, and I'm usually in bed by 12pm.
spinning: Coldplay - TroubleDay at the beach was beautiful. Every view is amazingly European. The beach is lovely and clean, the water is a deep blue (and too damn cold), and you can see more Spanish towns several miles away across the water. Upon soaking that in all day, it began to sink in that I'm actually in Europe. My impression deepened when I watched a Spanish sitcom. The TV here is truly entertaining. News is informative, fluff pieces are amusing, and the countless car commercials keep me interested when I can't understand what's going on. The food situation, however, is getting worse. I'm starting to feel comfortable with life, so I expect naturally some more comfy food. Not so. Carlos asks if I like every single thing, and whenever I say no now he offers to make French fries. They're very tasty, but I can't sink to that low of pickiness. I'll be better, maybe, once class starts and I can have a routine of simpler food. In my case, I'm looking forward to class so I can pick up some more of the language. Having a routine will be easier, too. Up to now has been pure vacation, but tomorrow it'll actually be study abroad.Did I mention I'm in love with Spanish women?
The night out was better than I expected. Hit the Pub Bhengala, which is popular more with internationals than locals. Regardless, people ran around mingling in every language imaginable - I spoke a mix of English (with a fake accent, it helps) and Spanish (with an American accent). They have my drink of choice here, albeit an expensive one, so I'm content to knock back just one and altogether spend about 10 Euro for the night. I didn't think I'd like partying with the UT crowd, but they were great, all things told.It also helped that I ate an American dinner right before leaving. Hot dogs and French fries gave me a whole hell of a lot of comfort for one meal, and I think I'm still floating on the good vibes of that dinner. Off to the beach later today. I hear the weather's gorgeous.
I'm surprised at how well I take to the food. There have been few things I just plain didn't like, including seafood. Dinner last night, with all the students and the profs, was a blast. Everything was new to me, and Laura made me try everything that came our way. She was a good influence that night. The wine so far doesn't please me but the sangria was mighty tasty. Most of the women were tossed by the end of dinner, but strangely I felt nothing after 3-4 glasses. Speaking of women, I think I'm in love. Not with one girl, but all Spanish women. The legends of their beauty are true. You can see a girl, then see her face and realize she's 30 or 35, and it isn't even a problem because they're so gorgeous and age so well (to an extent). There's a couple cuties from UT in the program but as people they don't interest me.As for the rest of th ekids on the trip... meh. They act like high schoolers. They're here to party. Today's trip to Picos de Europa and Potes, though amazing, felt like a field trip. I'm following them out tonight to experience the nightlife but I'm not looking forward to it. At the dinner last night I sat with the professors/guides, spoke only Spanish and felt better for it. I picked up a lot that night. If this night doesn't go well I might start staying in and wondering around on my own.Maybe it's all culture shock. Maybe I need more sleep. But right now I don't feel incredibly happy. A few short notes:Potes: a quaint little tourist town. Lots of shops for souvenirs, etc.
Picos: beautiful. Cable car to the mountaintop felt wonderful. Pictures were gorgeous.
Liebana: monastery was a humbling experience. Even more so was the monk who appeared while I stared at the ceiling, and proceeded to give a handful of us a history lesson.
Picos: beautiful. Cable car to the mountaintop felt wonderful. Pictures were gorgeous.
Liebana: monastery was a humbling experience. Even more so was the monk who appeared while I stared at the ceiling, and proceeded to give a handful of us a history lesson.