(Top): Skater kid, punk-head Nikes... baller.
(Middle): 1 euro slippers.
(Bottom): Pic taken from la puente (bridge) I walk across on the daily.
Tuesday:
Today was my last day of my 5 day weekend (rough life I know) and it was a little depressing. On the brightside, I will only be in school for a total of 3 days this week and then it's the weekend again! I woke up at about 11:30 and I staggered in to the living room to talk with Maria Carmen (my mom)/watch TV. I think she's officially a Courtney fan (the other times were just speculation) and I think she's a fan because I showed her my brand-spankin' new slippers! I got them for 1 euro and they are a little bit of a lot heavenly. When I showed them to her I was as giddy as a chubby kid in a candy store, and I think she could tell I was proud of my miraculous find. She enthusiastically replied to me, "Oh que guapa Coorney!" (Oh, how pretty Courtney!) I did the Erica Saegert excitement giggle and that was that. Seeing as how I got off on a tangent... let me take you back to the main point... kshfowieualskdfoiejrwelrkfd. ok. The reason I think Maria Carmen and I have bonded is because whenever I am sitting in the living room with her (as long as it's not time for the news) she always puts it on a show she thinks I will like current examples:
- Back to the Future
- Paris Hilton's BFF
- Gilmore Girls (they speak ridiculously fast... MC noticed this and changed it)
- Dog Whisperer guy.... that's a man I can understand for the most part.
I've now gotten to the point where I put the TV on MTV when I am eating alone and watch Mi Super Dulce 16 or Teen Cribs. Trash, but at least it's familiar. Tuesday for lunch we had some sort of concoction that I'm pretty sure MC made up off the top of her head, but she totally nailed it.. it had meat, TONS of cheese, carrots, and lots of other unidentifiable things. She then proceeded to serve me with a huge helping of potato chips and bread... Bleh.. potato chips.. I'll be perfectly fine if I never see those things again... she tells me they are good for me because they have olive oil on them, but I'm smarter than that. Along with my potato chips and bread was an orange. I was about to begin to scorn my orange (like momma taught me) when MC quickly interrupted the process. She immediately took the orange from me and began to peel around the orange (the peel comes off in a spiral), and then opted to tell me that "es mejor" (this is better). I disagreed, but you better believe I'm peeling it her way next time around so she doesn't think I'm some stubborn American nationalist... it will win her over more. (WIN!) After the lunch of a lifetime, I went to meet Sarah because she was going with me to my intercambios (language exchange) date with Rafael. (It's not as awk. as it sounds... especially with Rafael) For those of you wondering (because MC was), he is not attractive. He is probably in this upper 30s lower 40s and he's not sketchy at all. Tangent: After I told MC that Rafael was not "guapo"(attractive) she went on to tell me that I needed to find a partner who was. I then joking yelled at her, "No necesito un novio! Especialmente en Espana!" ( I don't need a boyfriend! Especially in Spain!) She laughed at me and I went on my way. Back on track: Rafael is the ultimate Spaniard when it comes to time.. he was like 15-20 min late, but it was worth the wait. Rafael told Sarah and I tons of things about Spain, the economy, businesses, history, the language, etc. etc. This guy is smart/very cultured/curious/and a perfectionist. He did a lot of the talking... the majority in english, but Sarah and I talked back to him in Spanish the best we could and we ended up walking along the river for a good 2 hours in the wonderful weather. During our "walk and talk" I asked Rafael a question that I was wondering and I'm sure many of you are as well... the whole stepping in dog crap is good luck... when I asked him this in broken Spanish he laughed at me (I hope, b/c of my question.. not b/c of my sentence structure) and told me that Spaniards have a very dry sense of humor and they try to find the good in everything... I still don't get it, but whatevs... they're Europeans.. they've always been a bit.... off.
Wednesday (today)It was back to the grind today... woke up before the butt crack of dawn (<---Mom just said "Courtney Lynn" and shook her head..sorry Ma..) and headed to class head held high in my super sweet white A&M hoodie (courtesy of Brooke Beacham), jeans and baller Nikes. I get to my grammar class and begin to go over the homework that was assigned 5 days ago. After we finished going over the homework Fermin informed the class that we were going to have a "pausa" (pause... classes are 2 hrs. long.. the Spaniards have to smoke). During the pausa I made an unlikely friend... a kid from t.u. named John... this was crazy because I had seen this kid running the day before and thought to myself, "he looks familiar".. guess we know why. Anyway, he called me out on my sweatshirt (A&M) and that prompted us to go through all the usual questions:
- Where are you from/where is that?
- Where do you go to school?
- What's your major?
- Do you know... ?
- Etc.
At that moment we had kind of ran out of things to talk about, so I was relieved when Fermin walked back into the room to resume class. After class John apparently had more to say so we walked/dodged cars from class and both agreed that Granada is not an ideal place to run or throw a football around... and how the parks are pretty, but not athletically functional. He seemed like a pretty chill guy, so I started the story off with "I know this is going to make me sound like a creeper but.." and confessed to seeing him the day before running and thinking he looked familar. He didn't seem to mind in the least and we went about walking until we had to part ways. I always find people from Texas (regardless of city or school) a breath of fresh air and comforting. I love Texas.
WARNING: BAD ATTITUDE (this will be the first and last time you hear me complain about this class... I just need to get it off my chest)So after my 2 hour break, Sarah and I walked to the devil class. POE. It's my writing and speaking class.. it's the spawn of Satan.. I know it is. Why is it so terrible? It's just frustrating and I know everyone in my class feels the same way because no one speaks and we all just stare at our professor with blank looks... I will admit that it's a little bit fun to see her reaction when we do that to her, but all in all the class is just the worst. Our teacher (Sonia), gave us a ton of homework to do including writing about what we can do in class to "wake up". Bleh...
After POE I booked it home to shovel in some grub before my 4pm class. I fixed me up a real nice plate of left-overs and plopped down on the couch to watch Mi Super Dulce 16. On my way to class I saw the human equivalent of a walking stick.. I promise I'm not exaggerating.. she really was.. and not in a gross annorexic way, but in a natural "I'm literally just bones way". Let me just take a minute to describe this girl.. she was probably 12-13 years old and her legs ltook up 75% of her body. Her thigh was as big as my calf (if that) and her arms the size of my ankles.. (people always make fun of my calves/ankles because they are so small.. yeah yeah.. laugh it up... this girl was a literal walking stick.) I got to my 4pm class (25min walk) and a man came in and informed us that Javier (our teacher) was sick today and to do the homework on our own...So I came home, shut the door, and cracked open my homework from POE and got bus-ay! Knowing MC is like clock-work I imerged from my den and got myself ready for dinner... much to my surprise MC was chatting it up with the neighb and gawking over the nieto (grandson) of one of the people. Surprisingly, MC called me over to look at/meet the guapo, and the oh-so kind neighboor lady told me I was guapa and that she thought I was espanola (Spanish)... that always makes for a great night :D. And... yeah that's about it.
Dos besos,
Coorney. <----when in Spain...
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