Well, it's that time of the month... yep, you guessed it... MIDTERMS! (ha.) I'm expecting some difficulty with these upcoming midterms... not because of content, but because of motivation. All I have to do is pass these classes and Texas A&M University (Whoop!) will be happy...sin embargo (therefore) it makes it 1000000000x harder to buckle down and study. Not to worry though, all of you concerned people out there.. (Mom, Dad) I have dedicated my time and brain to retaining as much of this information as I can. I figure the Spanish vocab and phrases will only benefit me, and is kind of the reason why I'm here.. academically at least. Speaking of vocabulary... (good segway for a story.. or 2)...
Story #1
So... Colleen and I went and ate churros last night at Café Futbol, and when we asked our waiter for two glasses of water, he failed to bring them to us. We chalked it up to an NBD (no big deal) and decided to ask for the check. Two minutes later he brings us 2 glasses of water. At this point we are confused.... I really wanted to ask him, "Do you even speak Spanish?", but I didn't... I downed my water and proceeded to ask for the check once again... this time he nailed it. Check. Brought. After churros, Colleen and I had every intension of going and sitting on a bench somewhere and people watching (it was Halloween and Spain is new to the whole "costume" idea...thankfully they haven't caught on to the whole, "lingerie is a considered suitable clothes idea"), but it was raining and we were without umbrellas so we walked back home... I almost biffed several times... I was even wearing my Chacos.
Story #2
So... Colleen and I are sitting eating lunch discussing last night's festivities, and MC informs us that there is a good churro place.... somewhere... (I didn't really understand and honestly I didn't really care) and as she is telling she uses this word that neither Colleen nor I understood... so, being a person looking to expand my vocabulary, I ask her what the significance of the word is. She puts her hands up to her face and says, "Oye chicas! Necesitan estar en las calles mas!" (Oh girls, y'all need to be in the streets more) [she was talking about a cross walk...paso de peatones].. Let me just take this opportunity to say:
- This woman acts like I never leave the house!
- Bad things happen in the streets
- Girls in streets never have a good connotation
- Who the heck uses the word "cross-walk" on a daily basis?
- Thus far... I have experienced very few Spaniards patient enough to talk with me, and even if they did I highly doubt they would use the word "cross-walk" in our time spent talking
- American parents like when their kids stay at home... not to mention STUDY!
- She can't grasp the fact that Colleen and I are not party animals like her son and his girlfriend; who stay out until 6am.
Whatevs.. I'm here, I'm trying, and I don't need her help. LOL
After lunch Sarah, Evelyn, and I decided to crack a few books (more like packets, but whatever) at our place Esmaralda's (yes it's m-a-r-a...). It's this quaint little cafe complete with WiFi, cigarette vending machine, toilet paper filled bathroom, and a vast array of American pop music (Ke$sha to Beiber).. the people who work there are super great as well. They will let you just sit there for as long as you want and not give you dirty looks because you are taking up a table long after you have finished your drink. My only complaint is that the tables are small and the chairs become uncomfortable fast... totally worth it for no dirty looks. While we were there, I took to learning my hundreds of vocab words for POE (devil class.. Sarah disagrees, but what does Sarah know... other than more Spanish/vocab than me) [I said that because she now frequents my blog and I wish to make her "mad"... I will hear about this mention upon next meeting... she's quite a feisty little thing] Speaking of Sarah, last name Moe, she informed Evelyn and I today (while in Esmaralda's) that the only song she can harmonize to is "Broken Strings" by James Morrison.. but she can only harmonize while in her car, so don't ask her to harmonize anywhere else... she can't do it. Anyways, I dommed about 1/3 of my vocab and then decided to read, what I thought was a short article for Spanish Civ., but turned out to be a 40pg. long chapter... Will I read this chapter in it's entirety? H-No! (The H is for Heck).. I got the jist of that thing in the first 10 pages...at least to my knowledge... :) While taking a break from the endless vocab, I noticed a young boy (about 16) walk into E's... his appearance was as follows:
- Tight skinnies (sagging)
- High top tennie runners
- "Cool" zip up hoodie
- No lie... 6inch.. I don't know what you would even call it... I guess half a mohawk? It's weird because it's only the top that is long enough to spike. I'll try to eventually get a picture.. you'll see.
This is not the first time I have seen this "half-hawk"... it seems to be a very popular phenomenon around here and this is my theory about it... I think that the "half-hawk" is a trick to make these kids look taller. For those of you who do not know, Spain's men are some of the shortest, if not the shortest, in all of Europe (I was an idiot thinking I was gunna find myself a man here)... and using the "half-hawk" for height compensation is the only explanation.. because it sure as heck doesn't look cool.
It soon became dinner time and Sarah and I walked to our neck of the woods and I made it home just in time for dinner. I had left over spaghetti, a potato chip or two (Colleen had thankfully eaten the majority of them when I arrived home), an sunny side up egg that I know was not adequately cooked (I'm expecting the effects of salmonella soon), and pudding. And now here I am.. sitting with terrible posture, writing this blog with notes written on pieces of napkin (such a writer thing to do...although.... I'm no writer... I hate it too much.. It's a miracle I can keep a journal and a blog)
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