worst class evaaaa

is becoming better because i can now understand her better. she talks fast and with words i don't know, but i'm beginning to catch on. 2 hours of this every monday morning. but good news is after our descanso, tengo 2 horas de mi clase favorita!!! cultura y civilización : )

Arriving en España

Well the flight wasn't too bad.  Although it was easily recognized that I was Americano. I sat next to a Spaniard. But we did meet various people studying abroad in Spain so we exchanged numbers in case we decided to visit each other's areas.

Gene (the director person who is responsible for Loras College students) picked up us from the airport. Fortunately it wasn't raining, but the skies were pretty darn grey.  The poor bus driver had to carry all of our luggage back and forth on the bus. She looked like she was struggling a bit. WHOOPS!  As soon as we got on our nice and compact bus, it started to "pour" good thing I packed mi paragua (umbrella)! Gene called out our names. I was called 2nd pero Pura, mi mama espanola, was not anywhere to be found.  All of the other parents were there waiting at the school.  I felt like I was being adopted.  In a way I was.  Just imagine a bus full of small and cute puppies (yes, that would be us) and you have all these parents outside waiting to see which one of us will be theirs for the next 4 months.  I would be living with this woman and her husband for the next 4 months. So ya know, out of all people this would happen to me of course. Mi mama did not show up after multiple phone calls were made. So I got to see and wait en la oficina de Gene (quien es responsable para los estudiates de Loras College).  Finalmente, my familia espanola came to pick me up.  We had dinner (noodles and chicken broth, chicken, and potatoes).  Then I was asked if wanted a nap, but I was doing better since our connecting flight. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out cold and didn't wake until right before landing. I showered and unpacked most everything and found my casa nueva en el mapa that I was given.

the nerves & the lisp

As if arriving in Spain wasn't stressful enough with my nerves spiking, mi mamá was not present during the pick up of us lovely Americans.  I could not, for the life of me, understand much of what mi mamá was saying the first day.  Talk about language barrier.  It didn't help that I  was zoning out and not paying attention.  I was exhausted and hungry. But to my surprise (y gracias a Dios!) I could understand her better the next day!

I'm not at all used to the lisp with the "th" sound. I though i'd be okay cuz I've heard it before but I didn't expect to be this lost at all. Tonight mi mamá y yo were talking while she was preparing me dinner and was asking if i'd like this or that.  She asked me if i wanted "pitha" (English pronunciation "pee-tha") ...it was the "th" sound so in my head I was like"pisa? ...floor?...what?" I could not for the life of me figure it out. So she take out "pizza" so show me. OHHHHHHH!  I told her i was still getting th hang of this stuff.