Before anyone has the urge to correct the title of my post…I realize it’s wrong haha 🙂 Today Mary and I were trying to figure out how to say something “smells good”. Somehow we just decided “my nose is happy” will get the point across…so mi nariz es feliz. Of course later I asked my host mom how to actually say it, so “The food smells good” is “La comida huele bien”! I’m learning lots everyday! My host mom teaches me at the dinner table all the time and we keep a dictionary on the table. So I ask her what stuff means, how to say something or I look up words I don’t know when she’s talking, its good! Today at dinner she told me that she’s going to teach me how to cook some Spanish food tomorrow night (some sort of cold tomato soup), so that’ll be fun! I definitely need to learn some cooking skills.
So…about my pictures. Six of us went to Cádiz yesterday again, but went to a different beach, called Cortadura. It was amazing and the weather was perfect and I seriously couldn’t have asked for a better day. I even took a nice nap on the beach 🙂 All was well UNTIL…..we missed our bus to go home hahaha. I wasn’t laughing at the time but whatever, it’s funny now. So we were 5 minutes late to the bus station and we were like oh no big deal, we can just change our tickets to get on the next bus (at 7:00) but the guy was a real jerk and said we had to pay AGAIN. On top of that, 4 of us still needed to buy tickets for the 7:00 bus and there were only 3 spots left so 2 people had to buy tickets for 7:00 and 2 people had to buy tickets for 9:00 (the next bus time). We were all a little grumpy after that, but we decided to question the bus driver about the possibility of having 2 extra open seats on the 7:00 bus JUST IN CASE. He told us to talk to the ticket salesmen and somehow a spot opened up and everyone was able to make it on the 7:00 bus. Woo! So chaotic. On top of that, Ben left his backpack in the bus station and a man started running after the bus holding it as we were leaving hahaha. Thanks old man. Oh also, on the way to Cádiz, Ben almost peed his pants (sorry if you’re reading this…) and was punching the seat in front of him repeatedly because he was in so much pain. He got lots of stares. Mary recorded it…you guys will probably see in the next vlog 🙂
Hmm what else…this weekend I had kind of a lot of homework. I’m taking a really hard Spanish Lit class and the homework was about a billion words to translate, but I made it through. Plus, all of the work I have to do is SO worth the long weekends and fun times traveling and relaxing. I apologize that half of my blog seems like scattered thoughts, it’s because I make a little note when I notice something culturally different/something interesting happens, so I get to my computer with a list of things that I want to talk about and they aren’t necessarily related to each other whatsoever! With that being said, more about school…Professors and students are pretty much on a first name basis here. I guess that’s the culture?! Feels pretty odd to me to call my professor “Hey Dan!” Another weird thing. There is not necessarily toilet paper in public restrooms anywhere here, including school. I’d say about 50% of the time theres no toilet paper in any of the bathroom stalls and thats completely normal here…and there are no mirrors in a lot of public restrooms and also sometimes theres no soap. Also, NOBODY wears athletic wear in Spain unless they are working out. Nike shorts or yoga pants when you’re feeling lazy? Nope. The Spaniards always look nice and you have to dress appropriately if you don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. Oh and something else that I noticed when I got here but I forgot to write about is the amount of graffiti on the buildings. It’s everywhere, but it’s not gang related. It’s just art, I guess which is a pretty cool quirk of the city.
Strangely enough, since I’ve been here, I have been asked THREE times for directions, in Spanish, by native speakers. Two of the times I was actually able to give people directions somewhat!!! I look so American, so I’m not sure why people keep asking me for directions?!?! But I’ve been surprised at how I’ve been able to understand the people and actually communicate some directions (my Spanish is coming along poco a poco) so I’m celebrating the little things 😛 !!!
One more funny story/cultural quirk. The boys HOLLAAAA. Mary and I were walking somewhere today and I was about to run, so I was in my workout clothes, but Mary was lookin all cute in a dress. Literally 1 minute after walking out of the apartment, a group of guys whistle at her and we just ignored them. About 1 minute later, we turn a corner and a different guy says “¡Guapa!” which basically means “Pretty!” AGAIN 30 seconds later another guy stops for a second, stares SO obviously at Mary and says “OH MY GOD!” in English with a Spanish accent. We totally lost it at that point and laughed so so hard. We kept walking and I turned around to look at him and he was still staring at her. His jaw dropped when he saw her. Funniest thing ever. The culture is really direct and not afraid to tell you how you look, good or bad 😉