I have come to the realization that “time flies” is an understatement. An understated understatement. That’s not me being redundant, or me exaggerating. Time. Freaking. FLIES. I don’t have enough time to do everything I want to do, and I know that sounds ridiculous because I’ve had five months here, what can’t I have done by now right? Wrong. I haven’t been to Sevilla. Barcelona. Granada. Toledo. Southern Italy. I guess I’ll just have to move back, that seems like the only logical solution. Next time I live here I’m thinking somewhere southern and beachy, maybe Malaga? We’ll see. But the only reason I’m going to be able to leave in June is because I know that there’s no way on God’s green earth that I will not live in Spain again. This place is home. One of my many homes, sure, but still home.
Okay, so I know it's been awhile, and I'd like to apologize for depriving you of my titillating stories of Spanish escapades, I was simply too busy escapade-ing. In all seriousness, I haven't been insanely busy, but it's been enough that typing up a blog post comprised of complete sentences and proper grammar seemed impossible, especially considering how mixed up my languages have been lately. And don't even think about giving me any crap, you try translating something from German to Spanish while explaining something to your partner in English and tell me you don't want to rip your hair out. Suffice it to say that by the time this exercise was over, I could barely put two words together that didn't involve expletives.
Alright so my last post was about two weeks ago, let me think here for a moment… The past week has been a bit of a blur, there has been so much to get done and without a seriously structured schedule it's hard to say "You know what would be way more fun than sleeping in? Going to the store to pick up note cards to study with, and then actually studying things." In my defense, I did have a Syntax exam and a German presentation this past week, so it's not like I was completely unproductive. Granted, I had classes cancelled on Thursday and Friday, so it was also a four day week.. Spanish life is tough, I'm tellin' you.
Okay. So Syntax exam Monday – I passed. German exam Tuesday – my prof literally thanked me for presenting with a super surprised look on his face because I never talk in his class so he assumed I was a certified idiot – an honest mistake. Wednesday was a day of rest and seeing Jake and Skyping John for like 3 hours (I miss him more than I care to admit). Thursday was a very, very long day. I hit the gym in the morning and pretty much had the rest of the day to do whatever. To be honest with you, I cannot currently recall what I did Thursday… I’ll get back to you on that. OH WAIT, Er reminded me. We went to a kickback on the Irish’s roof and hung out for a few hours before they went clubbing and I dipped out – it was 3am, and 3am is my bedtime. I spent pretty much all of Friday in bed because I was just that exhausted – the girls and I tried to shop but that wasn’t happening because it was a freakin’ national holiday, so it was back to bed for me.
Saturday was a bit of a surprise. I woke up to messages from Er telling me that whether I liked it or not, I was going to the music festival she and Lara had attended the night before. Naturally, as Er is not a force to be reckoned with, I accepted. At around 12 I met the girls for some quality Daily Wok and to do a little bit of shopping. We wandered Murcia’s town center looking for: a flask, nail polish, a new pair of converse, and a bikini. Can I just say how talented we are for having found all of those things in one day? Like, we felt way more accomplished than we should have. Anyway, we headed for coffee and then went home to rest before getting ready for the pregame at the other Irish’s flat. We rocked up at eeeeexactly 8:30 because half of Spain was staying in Lara’s apartment and as much fun as it was to get obnoxiously hit on by a bunch of exceptionally drunk Spaniards, it wasn’t. So we headed to Jamie and Cathal’s right on time and immediately changed whatever music was on to some solid trap music – there were two other Americans with me to back up the music change and music from home is something everyone can come together on. Like, I miss with my whole heart a firm appreciation for country music. The only person I’ve met here who can appreciate it is Alvaro. ONE MAN IN THE ENTIRE COUNTRY. Luckily Jake likes it and Er is warming up to it so I’m not completely alone. Sorry, back to Saturday night. We started off with maybe 14 or so people but only some of us actually made it out – lightweights. We headed out for the festival, which was across the bridge – for those of you (all of you) who don’t know, it’s a solid half hour walk minimum from yours truly – and when we realized it was 2.30am, Lara and I decided not to go in, because I hadn’t bought a ticket yet and it would have been 50 euro for a few hours. Instead we went back into the city center for drinks and pizza and really crappy kebabs. We stayed out another few hours before coming to the conclusion that it was about time to head home, so we went back to my place because sleepovers make the world go round.
Sunday was a rough wake up but we made it. Lara started off the morning by taking a swig of sangria which was distinctly different from my approach which involved a lot of lying in bed hoping for death to take me. We headed over to Lara’s to make sure the Spanish people staying in it hadn’t burnt it to the ground and then headed back out for lunch and coffee. I subsequently took a very long nap at her place because going back to mine was just so long of a walk, and then headed home for dinner and the like.
All in all it was a damn good weekend. In regards to upcoming events, Ky gets here in 9 days and I am NEGATIVE prepared. Oh my God 9 days. I hadn’t counted yet. Ohhhh no. I need to get my ass in gear, people. Oh no oh no oh no. So much to study, so little time. Is it possible for me to sound more like a nerd than I did just there? I think not. Still haven’t planned our Barcelona trip for while he’s here… I should probably get on that too.
OH MY GOD THE HEAT HAS BEGUN. I can’t believe I almost forgot to mention it. Walking around yesterday it felt like the sun was LITERALLY TOUCHING YOU. It was so unfortunate. Luckily apartments here aren’t big on air conditioning and I refuse to buy a fan for 1.5 months so I assume death will take me by heat stroke or the like in the coming weeks. Also, I can no longer go to the gym during the day. Jake (who is insane) wants me to come with him AT 7:30 IN THE MORNING but since that’s not happening I think it’ll be night-time gymming for me from now on because the Spanish don’t believe in air conditioning, even at the gym.
Currently sitting in Syntax thinking about food, as luck would have it… I had an apple and a pack of Belveeta crackers for breakfast, which believe it or not is relatively insubstantial. My professor just finished with one chapter and instead of letting us out just a liiiiittle bit early, Professor Satan started the next chapter. I may die in this room. Is it possible for your stomach to start to digest its own inner lining if it gets too hungry? I think that’s where I’m at right now. Luckily I get to look forward to going home and cleaning the salon and pulling rent money out of the bank, gee whiz am I excited.
That’s all for now loves,
I wrote this blog while living in Spain my second year of college - figured it wouldn't hurt to share.