So, Continued.

First off, I miss my brudder. Saw his face today on Skype. He's probs the reason that I'm not going to stay here all the time just yet. Not guilt ridden, just cuz I love him to death and don't want to miss out on his first years in high school. (do me a solid and don't tell him that)

Today at school was quite a blast. I got there on time today instead of 20 minutes early and got comfortable. My professor came in and we started talking about our nights and then got busy on class work. We started going over Ser y Estar, which is fairly easy stuff to grasp, and I remember working on it in the Spring, so it wasn't too hard. However, he gave us a whole new way to think about the way we use the verbs and how when you combine these words with certain adjectives it means something other than what it sounds like... so by the end of the two hours my brain was gasping for air. He said "Comprendais?" and looked around, and it was my cue to look up slightly overwhelmed. I put my pen down and literally sighed with relief.

It isn't a hard workload, but it's a lot.

When we were dismissed everyone went outside for a break to walk around and sit in the sun, which, even though it was hot, felt amazing. It was just nice to get out of the stuffy rooms really.

After about thirty minutes of mindless chatting with people who I still don't know the names of, we headed back into the school for round two. Our professor came in and she immediately reminded me of Tía Carmen. :) She's extremely laid back, wanted us to be relaxed with her and everything.

Side note: I've been really luck to have been in this school before, and to have had teachers who are extremely progressive and teach by the "Pedagogy of the Oppressed" method, as in, we learn from each other, not just from the teacher. Everything is kind of up to the students here. We tell them what we want to learn, and based on that they line it up with where we should be in relation to our level, and how they can teach us so that we also advance grammatically. It's an extremely student friendly environment.

So while we were sitting in class, everyone was asked what their favorite part of España was, and because I smiled super huge when she asked, I was the first one called on. "Tapas y Siesta" was my immediate response, which turned into an outburst about how Spanish I was already, and that we should go on a field trip to find the best tapas close by. You're welcome clase. 

At 2:00 when class finally ended I could hear my stomach growling in protest to my lack of food. I sprinted home expecting to find K and A in the kitchen because I know they want to wait, but I know how hungry I am, so they must be just as much. However, they weren't there. My first thought was that they probably went to the store... after five minutes though I thought they'd gone to lunch without me, then when I heard the key in the door as I opened my e-mail I knew that they'd gone to get their student I.D.'s, and thankfully they got mine as well.

When all was settled we started making chicken with veggies in some Indian sauce that K got at the store... then we had the great idea to put it over pasta and Voila, we had a meal for lunch. A great one at that.

Once I'd finished my plate I hit a wall and desperately needed a siesta, however, I remember the promise I'd made to Jorge about meeting him to take him my passport. Thus the journey began, a hop over a road, a skip to the left and a jump over a Catedral (Spanish spelling, don't mock me) and bam, we were at their office, only to be greeting by Daniel holding his son. CUTE!
After deciding which courses to take and how to go about the rest of the week with the CEA staff we journeyed back home to sit around and play on our selective computers.

Somewhere around 8:00 R came over with her room mate M2 and we talked for a bit about our first world problems and how one of the five classes we're taking might not transfer back, and how we might have to walk to school twice a day instead of once... yeah, FOR REAL first world problems... I'm just living here in Spain with a host mom and what not getting great food and cultural experiences, and really don't want to exercise at all by walking thirty minutes... no I feel you, I just feel like a privileged middle class American every time that I actually complain about it... but the struggle is real people. It's really real. 

After they left we made fried rice... again. But it was still really good. Because this time we added onions... We're such freaking Americans. However, we did have enough to actually fill us, and still have some left over. Thank JESUS! I feel like I've kind of been skimping on meals, and that's really not okay... for me at least.


So once dinner was over I skyped with my Padre and Hermano, caught up on everything and shared with them the wonderful journeys that I'm going to be partaking in in the next few months. Here's the run down:

Barcelona*
Nerja*
Portugal
Paris
Córdoba*
Sevilla*
Madrid*
Morocco
(maybe Cadiz*)

The one's with * are in Spain, the other ones require a passport and I get to get more stamps and look cool :)

I am so excited. But I'm also really tired, so I'll talk to you guys tomorrow and tell you about anything eventful that takes place. Or just the random stuff like I've been doing... I'll probably keep documenting the rando's.

<3

Hasta Mañana