Thursday:
Well Thursday was like any other day in Spain... Eventful and full of funny things. My earliest recollection of a comedic event occurred in my Spanish Civ. class (Spanish Civilizations and Culture). My teacher, Maria, (TANGENT: Every woman here is named Maria... seriously every single one... I feel bad for them because they never get to experience the excitement of having the same name as someone... "Hi, what's your name? Maria. NO WAY! ME TOO!1!"... nope they don't experience that... it's just not exciting.. it's so expected... it's more like the people not named Maria have all the fun... "Hi, what's your name? Sonia. Whhaaaaattt?! That's so cool! I don't know anyone not named Maria!" ja.) Back on track: My Civ prof. Maria was talking about the spanish school system and said that a year of school at a university (in Granada) costs them a total of 900€ ($1,260). Insane! College is also pretty much available for anyone who wants to go which is why they have a ridiculous number of college grads unemployed. Anyway, she then went on to tell us the salaries of the average person living in Spain and then talked about a PlumBer (she pronounced the B.... it was funny.. but in a cute way).. I snickered a little to myself... no worries.... she didn't see me. We then moved on to a PowerPoint where she showed us pictures and asked us how they related to Spain. We eventually came across a picture that Forrest Gump would decribe this way: "They'd all dress up in their robes and their bedsheets and act like a bunch of ghosts or spooks or something. They'd even put bedsheets on their horses and ride around."(That was for you Dad). Upon seeing this picture, all members of the class said in a confused tone..."KKK?" Maria quickly corrected us and told us that the KKK (she said Koo Koo Klan... I snickered again) stole their outfits from a super Catholic group/organization here in Spain... I don't know.. I was still laughing about "plumBer" Jaja!
After I got out of class, I made my way back home and did "homework" (busy work.. bleh) until I was reminded of the Flamenco show we were going to. I quickly told MC about our trip and she whipped me up some leftovers and 2 sunny side up eggs. After I had dominated my leftovers, I went for my eggs. Now, let me just go on another little tangent for a minute so the next thing I say makes a little more sense... as some of you know, I sometimes have a very distinct/odd way of eating things. For example: when I eat any kind of "stuffed" cookie, I pull it apart, eat the side with nothing on it, scrape the filling off with my teeth, and then eat the last cookie, or... when I eat a layered candy bar... (we'll use a Twix) I eat the caramel off the top and then eat the cookie... when I eat sunny-side up eggs, I eat around the white and eat the yolk last. Weird I know.. but it's just how I do...) Well, when MC saw my egg eating tactic she quickly told me to cut up all my egg in una mezcla (a mix)(yolk and all) and then eat it that way... she said "es mejor" (it's better). MC never ceases to help me experience the "better" things in life... I'm so thankful. :) jaja! Well after I had eaten as fast as Daniel Sanders, I bolted out the door and hollered "ha luego!" and hit the streets. Once to the Flamenco show I was super giddy... as you can see from the pics above, it's this real skinny cave lined with chairs and the Flamenco dancers literally dance inches away from you... it's imperative to keep your feet out of the way. To me, the show was awesome. It wasn't as sexy as I thought it would be, but it was amazing to say the very least. Lots of stopping, clapping, and fast feet... super fun. At the end of the show, a few of the dancers pulled some of us "on stage" and got us to dance with them. If you were wondering if I was one of those people, you betcha I was! I felt like Shakira out there and it turns out my hips aren't made of cement, so you better believe my hips weren't lyin'! So much fun. Jaja! After the Flamenco show was over, my friends and I made our way back into the city and took super sweet Alhambra night pics along the way... we even ran into my boyfriend (pic above) Great night.
Friday
TGIF was the first thing I thought when I woke up at 7 this morning. Usually we don't have class on Fridays, but due to National Spain Day, we missed Monday and Tuesday and had to make up class today (and also next Friday for T/R classes). So, biting the bullet, I put on some jeans, my International Grand Isle Tarpon Rodeo shirt (thanks Dad), a flannel, my Columbia fleece, and some flats and set out for school with Colleen... (she's back btw... she made me leave early because her class was further than mine, so naturally I had to walk with her) I arrived to class 20min early so I whipped out my iPod to dominate in a game of Cube Runner to wait for the rest of my class. Class went really well.. my prof. decided to go over the gender of words and it was mainly memorization for all the "exceptions". We then moved on to animals and for each animal Fermin would show us a picture on the projector. When we stumbled upon caballo/yegua (male horse/female horse) he, for some reason, felt the need to show us a female horse (as if the males and females don't look the same) and up pops (of course) regular looking horses, but also half naked women posing provocatively... Fermin then went on to tell us that promiscuous women are often compared to female horses... I felt I would have been better off not knowing that. Next up was pollo (chicken) and I will admit that I didn't really understand if "polla" really was the "female" word or if pollo was just pollo... all I know is that Fermin typed "polla" up in the Google Image bar and the next thing we know is that we are looking a certain male anatomy part. Fermin ended class on that note. Thanks. Whoever said Spaniards were conservative was a big fat liar.
POE was next and it went well. Like usual I booked it home for lunch (MC nailed it again) just in time to catch the back end of Mi Super Dulce 16 and the "After Labor" show of Teen Mom. After I turned off my trash television, I headed to my geography class only to have my prof. not show up again. It was a nice walk on a beautiful day.. had it been raining... well you know. When I got back to my apartment I saw an old man waiting for the elevator. I gave him a cordial "hola" and he politely held open the door for me. Once in the elevator the man began to tell me that he wished he were at the beach, in which I told him I agreed. He then proceeded to ask me if I wanted to go to the beach with him. Not phased in the least by this comment, I politely told him that I "unfortunately" had school.. I couldn't get off the elevator any faster. Once I was safe in MC's house I changed into my jammies and let out a nice relaxing sigh.
Once home, I had every intension of running, but was distracted by a very welcomed Skype call and it eventually got too dark to run. After I had finished my phone call, I wandered out into the living room when the doorbell rang. It was a nun. Apparently MC had bought some calendars from her (to support the poor) and she was here to collect her dues. I tell you what, that little nun (her name was Maria... go figure) (I mean little... smaller than Brittany little) was the biggest chatter box. She was talkin' MC's ear off (which I'm sure she didn't mind b/c the only person at home for her to talk to is me and people would argue that I sign more than I talk)... Somewhere in their conversation the little nun asked who I was and MC told her I was in Spain studying at the university. MC was also sure to tell her that I was from the U.S. and that I was staying with her until the end of the semester. I think MC kind of uses me as a trophy...like... every time people come to the house she's always sure to tell them I'm an American and then links her arm in mine or grabs my wrist. I don't mind this exploitation... the lady feeds me.
Dos besos,
Cooney (They have now dropped the R... sigh...at least my name isn't Maria.)
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