Granada, Day 5

Que bendito.

Let's start with the good shall we?

So today was the first day of classes. It went pretty well. The day started at 8:15, with breakfast, again, pan tostada y cafe con leche. Fue bien.

My first class was at 9:30, I was late... but it was fine. I couldn't understand my professor for the first 15 minutes of class, but after a while I understood. He seems like a cool guy, a poet at heart kind of deal. He's really into Spanish literature, which is a good thing, because that's the class he teaches.

After my first class I went home in the dry desert arizona hot as balls heat.

I got home, tired from the lack of sleep and laid down for about an hour, maybe more.

I woke up around 1:30 to the smell of paella. My. Favorite. Spanish. Food. The mom asked me if I was ready for lunch, and as I'm always hungry, my obvious answer was yes. A hadn't shown up yet from school so we started without her. Our host mom's brother showed up right as we sat down and he joined the table. Because I'm shy around people I just smiled and nodded when we were introduced. While we all were eating and talking about nothing important A showed up and showed me up a little by greeting the brother with a "Mucho gusto" which is the Spanish way of saying "Pleased to meet you."

So after that kick in the balls, I got my stuff ready for class. A and I walked together and made it on time for her last class and my last two. It was pretty awesome. My last two classes are taught by the same person and I really like her. She follows a lot of the same teachings that Paulo Friere talks about in Pedagogy of the Oppressed...never thought I'd reference that one. 

Anyway, class was pretty awesome. I really like both of my teachers and all of the people in my classes seem pretty nice. :)

 So after all the classes I tried to meet up with C and M. We've been trying to go out almost every day, but we haven't been able to for various reasons. We were going to tonight, but alas, I'm acquiring a sinus infection and the last thing I need is more fresh air, that and I couldn't get in touch with them anyway. So my room mate A showed up while W and I were talking at the school. She said that she, H and G were all going to tapas and cerveza and that I should meet them.

After a few minutes of talking with W we both obliged and headed down to sit with them. I tried to order the most amazing sangria ever again, but theirs sucked... so I didn't drink all of it. A, H and G were all pretty toasted by the time I got there and I didn't have the nerve to be around it so W and I left together because we live in the same general direction. She's in all of my classes so we have a very similar schedule. We just walked around talking and ended up agreeing that our college kind of sucks and that our professors need some scheduling help.

Then, in my room, I texted both my parent's and asked them to Skype so that I could talk to them about various issues I've been having and how I want to move in with my friend instead of living with A, because we do not really mesh well, but I really love my host mom. Her family is awesome, and she's such a nice lady, but I really can not live in the same room with this girl.

Ugh. I'm going to stop writing about it, if you want real details, ask me on facebook.

Now, ahora, I'm sitting on my bed writing for my faithful readers, whoever you are, and A keeps telling me that despite the fact that my brain might explode tonight I should totally still go our because everyone else is... right.

I love Espana, but this... kind of sucks.

Que es la vida.


Buenas Noches

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