Last night there was an event at school around 8:00 and they did an E.V.O.O tasting. (extra virgin olive oil, honestly, watch the food channel.)
I got there a little late because I had to come home and change first, this heat makes everything smell of sweat and stank.
BREAK:
Just got told to go eat breakfast, and I'm really falling in love with bread, so I'm gonna write a descriptive essay about the bread here. Get ready, it's gonna be good.
I walk our to the TV table, it's a small round table, sitting about three feet high, so when I sit down in the chair meant for the dining room table I can reach my plate perfectly. I can smell the bread. Fresh, and warm. It's got a smell like warmed butter and bread crumbs like the ones we use in stuffing on Thanksgiving. It's hard from being toasted, and crumbly from being a day old. As i spread the butter on it, the smell moves throughout the space surrounding me. I can taste it before I even try it. Before my senses take me over, I grab the strawberry marmalade. It tastes as if someone grabbed a hand full of strawberries and smashed them into a jar. That's it. Just plain strawberries in a jar. It's divine. As I continue to spread marmalade on my bread I can smell the mix of bread, butter, and strawberries floating towards me. I can no longer resist it's smell and dive in for a bite. There's a crunch, and a toughness caused by the toaster, but a sweet soft center with just the right amount of butter and strawberry goodness to make the experience magical. Bread here is heavenly. It's a wonderful experience that everyone should enjoy. It's hard and soft all at the same time. It's sweet and savory all at the same time. It's a great mix of everything good in the world... It's my little fairy tale. :)
I love bread.
NOW, back to olive oil.
I got back up to the school at around 8:15 because I walk from East Jesus Nowhere every day. When I got there the room already smelt like olive oil. I felt my pores open and soak up everything. I saw our professor, DVR (ha!), M, C, H1 and H2, and J. We all sat together and caught up with everything that's been going on. I hadn't seen either H for a while so it was good talking to them. When the presentation about the olive oil started I got a little skeptical about the whole thing. The man and woman leading the show were rubbing olive oil on their arms, hands, neck, face, hair etc. It was strange, like, fifty shades of strange.
So the two hour presentation started with lots of pictures and history of olives, history of making olive oil, how THEY grow olives, how they MAKE olive oils, the process etc. Really boring stuff.
Religion and olive oil... it was really weird. All I wanted to do was try it, enjoy it, and get home for dinner.
So we learned how to taste olive oil, a lot like tasting wine. Sip, swish, yumm. I sort of just guzzled it though, my bad.
They gave us bread with cheese that had been, from the looks of it, soaked in olive oil, and some gaspacho in a crust shell YUMMMMM. We were instructed on how to put olive oil on it and what not. 'Twas amazing.
After that they showed us a video of some woman doing an interpretive dance to olive oil... she took off her shirt 25 seconds in, and was naked, rolling around in olive oil by the first minute... yeah.
The score thus far stands as this: 2 butts full on, 2 sets of male genitalia, 1 set of female genitalia, and lots of boobies. If you're kids are sheltered, then don't let them come to Spain. Vale?
After an awkward five minute video consisting of full on frontals of some strange woman with a fetish for olive oil we all left realizing we'd all missed dinner. So we went over to the hooka bar again and had an amazing meal. The cous-cous, holy crap. Word's can not express how amazing it was. I took one bite, told the guy i loved it, as a joke he said "Oh, you no like? Here" and started to take it away, I seriously almost punched him.
After sitting there for an hour with everyone we headed back home. I was craving chocolate yet again, something about Spain makes me really want chocolate all the time, so we stopped and got some. I was a happy camper to say the least.
Headed home at god knows when. And I just woke up a minute ago.
Yes I skipped a class today. I regret nothing.
All we're doing is hearing presentations from people who don't really know what they're talking about, or have no concept of public speaking.
Tonight is going to be FUN!
I'm spending tomorrow with Ir, the little girl we live with, because I kind of flaked out last night since we got out so late.
Shrek, Breaking Dawn, and whatever else she wants to watch. (ALL IN SPANISH!!!!) YES!
Buenos Dias
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