dia tres:
well for those of you who's spanish is not quite up to par with mine it's day three...(in case the heading cause any confusion)
i'm sitting at the accent center and i'll probably be kicked of the interweb any moment cause it's closing and i have a sneaking suspicion they care very little for cheapy students looking to skimp on the one euro that the internet cafe's charge to use their computators.
yesterday we went to orientation and i am so overwhelmed with all the things i want to do i'm beginnning to panick.
that's how crazy i am. day two and i've already began to hyperventilate over all the things i might not be able to pack into the next two months. soy loca.
after orientation we went on a quick walking tour of the city. it was delightful. with the exeption of my shoes. with the exception of my shoes and my rather heavy satchell. see me being the genius intellectual that i am thought that i might need to bring my journal ( a ten pound hard-back) and my kite-runner book...(in case i felt like some light reading) and basically everything else i could have possibly needed to i think it goes without saying that the bag i lugged around all day weighed a good amount.
last night i chatted with the french girl while she had a smoke in the kitchen. she told me tales of paris and her french boyfriend that's coming to see her in three weeks.
i told her tales of...well nothing cause sadly i have no french boyfriend coming to visit me in three weeks.
she said maybe she will find me one.
gotta give her my picture.
and my eligibility requirements.
just kidding.
but seriously: must be french. must speak french. must wear striped long sleeved shirts and fitted jeans. must be nice. must be... good in bed. how could he not be...i'm pretty sure i'd be swooning just hearing him talk.
i suppose that's it. well me being the little socialite that i am decided to mingle with the suitemates last night...i walked in the room and was greeted by the question: "do you know any spanish swear words?"
"not yet..."
"oooh not yet!?"
"well teach me then..."
sit down...tobias says to me and thumps the seat with his giant german hand.
i sit. and proceeded to learn a whole slew of spanish swear words..."tacos" is what they call them.
so don't go into a spanish restaurant inquiring about tacos. might get some odd looks.
or they might just call you a bitch. well me a bitch. you can adjust it to fit your gender.
pretty sweet. so if you feel like cussing up a bilingual storm i'm your girl. i wrote them down.
last night i and iman the roommate went out for tapas. i got calamari and potatos de ali-oli. it was tasty.
i don't know what she got. but it wasn't tasty. that's a lie. she got....
pimientos de padron.
note: don't ever get it.
we had pastries today from the best pastry shop ever. well i don't know if it's the best pastry shop ever but it came highly recommended.
i had a flaky pastry with nutella in it and powdered sugar on top...not so much that you had to cough whenever you took a bite though cause you inhaled the sugar on accident. it was just enough to make it tasty.
aahh decadence.
class went well enough. i understand a lot which makes me feel...well i'll be honest. it makes me feel pretty darn smart. gosh i like learning languages.
especially when (and i can't help but do this) i compare myself with poor slobs like this kid dustin. the epitomy of a werdito. can't pronounce, can't understand, can't formulate can't ... well now i'm not really sure why he's here. he's quite useless when it comes to spanish speaking.
and do you want to know a tidbit of gossip that's been the root of many a giggle surrounding this fully grown college-attending young man, dustin?
...
his mommy flew up here with him and is still here! aint that adorkable.
the relaxed natural high that i was riding the first day has worn of somewhat. not completely but class today definitely created a new sense of direction, purpose, urgency.
there's much to do and little time to do it.
i learned a new word today.
" vales"
it means "okay"
before when people would say vales to me it sounded like "bailes."
which is dance.
i thought it was odd...so many people demanding that i dance.
but i guess they just say okay a lot.
and nobody really wants to see me dance.
and that's quite a relief.
incidentally i might take the train with a group to portugal next next weekend.
oo la la wouldn't that be swanky.
but i gotta take the metro back now go home, siesta, take a shower because as for right now i'm sort of rocking the grungy european funk. ew.
love,
megan the decadent.
(i wrote this yesterday to the madre but tonight tonight tonight...we're going out for churros at eleven and then we're going to an international club with international students and i think i'll be french...sport a beret. hmmm.)
(tiffany: thanks for the europe kit. it's coming in handy)
(i think the-jerk's jonesing for me. eh...)
i'm sitting at the accent center and i'll probably be kicked of the interweb any moment cause it's closing and i have a sneaking suspicion they care very little for cheapy students looking to skimp on the one euro that the internet cafe's charge to use their computators.
yesterday we went to orientation and i am so overwhelmed with all the things i want to do i'm beginnning to panick.
that's how crazy i am. day two and i've already began to hyperventilate over all the things i might not be able to pack into the next two months. soy loca.
after orientation we went on a quick walking tour of the city. it was delightful. with the exeption of my shoes. with the exception of my shoes and my rather heavy satchell. see me being the genius intellectual that i am thought that i might need to bring my journal ( a ten pound hard-back) and my kite-runner book...(in case i felt like some light reading) and basically everything else i could have possibly needed to i think it goes without saying that the bag i lugged around all day weighed a good amount.
last night i chatted with the french girl while she had a smoke in the kitchen. she told me tales of paris and her french boyfriend that's coming to see her in three weeks.
i told her tales of...well nothing cause sadly i have no french boyfriend coming to visit me in three weeks.
she said maybe she will find me one.
gotta give her my picture.
and my eligibility requirements.
just kidding.
but seriously: must be french. must speak french. must wear striped long sleeved shirts and fitted jeans. must be nice. must be... good in bed. how could he not be...i'm pretty sure i'd be swooning just hearing him talk.
i suppose that's it. well me being the little socialite that i am decided to mingle with the suitemates last night...i walked in the room and was greeted by the question: "do you know any spanish swear words?"
"not yet..."
"oooh not yet!?"
"well teach me then..."
sit down...tobias says to me and thumps the seat with his giant german hand.
i sit. and proceeded to learn a whole slew of spanish swear words..."tacos" is what they call them.
so don't go into a spanish restaurant inquiring about tacos. might get some odd looks.
or they might just call you a bitch. well me a bitch. you can adjust it to fit your gender.
pretty sweet. so if you feel like cussing up a bilingual storm i'm your girl. i wrote them down.
last night i and iman the roommate went out for tapas. i got calamari and potatos de ali-oli. it was tasty.
i don't know what she got. but it wasn't tasty. that's a lie. she got....
pimientos de padron.
note: don't ever get it.
we had pastries today from the best pastry shop ever. well i don't know if it's the best pastry shop ever but it came highly recommended.
i had a flaky pastry with nutella in it and powdered sugar on top...not so much that you had to cough whenever you took a bite though cause you inhaled the sugar on accident. it was just enough to make it tasty.
aahh decadence.
class went well enough. i understand a lot which makes me feel...well i'll be honest. it makes me feel pretty darn smart. gosh i like learning languages.
especially when (and i can't help but do this) i compare myself with poor slobs like this kid dustin. the epitomy of a werdito. can't pronounce, can't understand, can't formulate can't ... well now i'm not really sure why he's here. he's quite useless when it comes to spanish speaking.
and do you want to know a tidbit of gossip that's been the root of many a giggle surrounding this fully grown college-attending young man, dustin?
...
his mommy flew up here with him and is still here! aint that adorkable.
the relaxed natural high that i was riding the first day has worn of somewhat. not completely but class today definitely created a new sense of direction, purpose, urgency.
there's much to do and little time to do it.
i learned a new word today.
" vales"
it means "okay"
before when people would say vales to me it sounded like "bailes."
which is dance.
i thought it was odd...so many people demanding that i dance.
but i guess they just say okay a lot.
and nobody really wants to see me dance.
and that's quite a relief.
incidentally i might take the train with a group to portugal next next weekend.
oo la la wouldn't that be swanky.
but i gotta take the metro back now go home, siesta, take a shower because as for right now i'm sort of rocking the grungy european funk. ew.
love,
megan the decadent.
(i wrote this yesterday to the madre but tonight tonight tonight...we're going out for churros at eleven and then we're going to an international club with international students and i think i'll be french...sport a beret. hmmm.)
(tiffany: thanks for the europe kit. it's coming in handy)
(i think the-jerk's jonesing for me. eh...)