Things I'm learning

In Life:

I like guys in books, better than guys in real life... so I think I'll stick to them for a while. No one is going to walk up to me in the street and be like "Where have you been all my life?!" So, until I move past that fantasy, I'm not going to be looking for any romance... because if I can't have that, I don't want it.

In School:

I hate grammar and litterateur in both languages, English and Spanish. At least the romantic period... because this poem junk is really getting on my nerves. I can't understand Shaksperian language in English, how THE HELL am I supposed to comprehend it in Spanish?! One of my professors keeps trying to use Spanish History to help us understand it... but seeing as how I haven't taken a Spanish History class.... the point is kind of moot.

In Spain:

People here don't show emotions. They're taught not to cry in public because it shows vulnerability, and apparently it's weird if you walk around with a stupid grin on your face, which I've been doing. I've been smiling like an idiot every day, mainly day dreaming about the fact that I'm in Spain, or listening to a stupid song on my iPod, or remembering stupid stuff, nothing I don't do in America, but here, people look at me like I'm an alien... I don't think they're used to showing emotions here. ¡Que loca!

In Spanish:

We're taught in the States to say "Puedo tener un ____" translated into "Can I have _____" But here, we're told not to say that, because they interpret it as "I can have____" and they'll respond with something along the lines of "Okay, I can have a car... now what do you want?" It's hilarious. The other day I asked a guy for something or other and he said "Ask me in Spanish, and then you can." And i guess he noticed by the confused look on my face that I didn't understand, because I had asked him in Spanish. So he corrected me and told me to say "Me pone un _____". BUT! If you only say "Me pone." It means something along the lines of "I want you now." ... sexually... PLEASE BE CAREFUL! OH! And when you go ask for an ice cream cone... be careful how you say cone. CONO -- correct. COÑO -- vagina.
Seriously. They're relatively close, so please, please please please, practice a little before you get over here. Madre. Padre. Talking to you.

About myself:

I'm learning a lot about my personality here. I fit in quite well with my host mom and her daughter, because they are very laid back. I'm learning that I am actually comfortable in my own skin, aside from a few insecurities. A friend here keeps saying that she's fat, when she's a size three. My other friend says she's never going to find another boyfriend, when guys here keep trying to pick her up. I'm surrounded by a sea of people with strange insecurities and I feel like Cady in Mean Girls when she says "I have bad breath in the morning..."
It's kind of strange realizing that I'm not the only one with super irrational insecurities, and I'm finally realizing that it's time to move past them. I'm not saying this is going to happen over night, but I think it'll happen while I'm here. I feel good here. I feel like I belong, because I look like everyone else. It's nice not being the only curvy person in a room. All these white girls and their size 4 butts and no boobs that are 5'7" ... jeeze. Here, there are plenty of people who look like me and it feels great!



In short, I've never felt this amazing. I've never felt this welcome.
Spain really is getting to me...
It might be the water...
Or the bread...
Or the booze...


Either way, I'm sold :)

<3

Buenos Dias


I'll write again tonight about the Flamenco thing and how our Tapas go :)