. . . Was in a car -- About 4 weeks.
. . . Had cold milk -- Before I left.
. . . Ate a bagle -- This past summer
. . . Talked to my brother Kyle -- Saturday October 24th
. . . Talked to my brother Nick -- Sunday October 6th (but it was a wall post on Facebook. . . So it doesn't count)
. . . Had a conversation in English (with other then family members) -- This past weekend
. . . Had a conversation in Spanish -- About 5 minutes ago
. . . Watched T.V -- Before I left
I love Spain.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
My first Spanish fiesta was about 3 weeks ago (late but still good).
Walked home from school with the other American girl, Kaylee! We ate some lunch, ran to the mall, and then came home for our nap. YAY for SIESTAS. We got ready in my room and photoboothed the prepping, and walked downstairs, where, for the first time my family saw me looking if I may so go Really Good.
So we hopped on a bus and headed into the city.
I had a map of where to go . . . drawn by a class mate with little artistic ability . . . but other then that we were new to the city and had no idea where we were going.
We walked down from my bus stop and on our walk the city was just waking up. The lights turned on in the parks making the waxy trees leaves glitter. It was beautiful. The streets and paths are all colored marble, so the dark of the sky but the light of the ground made it seem like we were walking on a sunset.
I had one of those "Oh My God" moments. Where everything stands still, and you feel like your in a movie . . . yeah that was me.
Listening to waves crash along the break wall only intensified the moment when, a salty, but somehow sweet sea breeze made us realize that we were both very hungry.
Taking into account that we had no idea where the restaurants were or what ones were good or not, we gave it all to chance and set off walking. By the fate of luck we found the perfect place.
Tucked neatly into a row of building was a small quite restaurant.
We walked in. We were seated at a booth across from the bar. Handed two menus by a waiter who instantly reminded me of Travis Pitts. Everything about him was Travis. His looks, his personality, and the way he carried himself. Just weirdly similar.
Well once they found out that we were American, they couldn’t stop giving us free food. IT WAS AMAZING AND DELISIOUS!!!!
After dinner we began our somewhat guided search for the party.
It was a nice walk. But we ran into our friends and luckily didn’t have to find our way alone.
HERES WHERE IT GETS GOOD
The Party was a blast!
It was dance club that had two floors and an outside patio.
Now I was just having a good time dancing with some of my new friends when I felt a hand on my arm.
I turned to see an incredibly handsome guy from my class (who sits one row over and two seats up). He smiled, leaned in and said “¿Baila conmigo?” --Dance with me? --
I smiled back nervously, nodded. And as I turned back to shook my friends an excided slash freaked out look, he had already taken my hand and was ever so politely leading me to a different part of the dance floor.
When he stopped walking, I assumed that meant it was time to dance. So I turned to face him when he reached around my body to grab my opposite hip forcing me to turn back around.
We were now hip to hip, his right arm around my waist and his left hand in my felt hand.
I was Confused!
He noticed this, laughed . . .a lot. Then said “No pasa nada, yo te enseñaré” --Don’t worry, I will teach you--
Well after A LOT more laughing. . . I kinda got the hang of it. . . sorta
At least it was fun, I almost learned something new, and on the Brightside I got to dance with a super cute Spanish boy.!!!!!!!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
I spent my first few days here in Barcelona. There really are not worlds that can explain it nor are there Pictures that can do the city its worth. The people are warm and loving to a point of leaving there babies with Complete strangers while they walk around the market. The smells of the city mixed with the view of the mountains and the breeze of the ocean, I felt for a brief moment time stood still. When I realized that time was not still and everything that was happening to me REALLY WAS HAPPENING. Thats when it really sunk in that I was not in Albany . . . I was not in NY . . . . No. I was in Spain.
We all lived in Hostels. 8 bunks to a room, one window, one door, one bathroom. I thought to myself that the group I was with would all be put into the same few rooms. Well, boy was I wrong! I was living with 2 girls from Austria and 4 girls from Germany and one other American.
Now the Austrians and the Germans both speak German. but the Austrians and the Germans had no idea what each-other were saying because of their accents. As they tried to communicate with each-other they would look at me and the other American girl like "Do you have any idea what she is saying ?" . . . hah like we knew what was going on.
Lets just say in my first few days of being in Spain I learned more german and made more friends from all over the world then I ever thought I would.
I cant thank my parents enough back home for giving me this opportunity. It has already changed my life a little bit.
ich liebe dich und gute Nacht i love you and good night in german
This has been another small window into My life in ALICANTE
Monday, September 7, 2009
th and I will be leaving for Alicante Spain in 10 days!
MY FLIGHT TRAVELS
MY TRAIN TRAVELS
MY FLIGHT TRAVELS
1. Albany NY to Washington D.C
2. Washington D.C to Frankfurt Germany
3. Frankfurt Germany to Barcelona Spain
MY TRAIN TRAVELS
Just one . . . Oh Joy
1. Barcelona Spain to Alicante to meet my host family for the first time.