Have any of you ever unclogged a drain? Like, actually, really had to unclog a drain? I think that in order to be able to handle such things, one must be a mom. Because my mom can do it without hesitation and so help me God I do not think I will ever be able to handle it without having to mentally prepare first. Dad, for example? He gags. Can't handle the smell of things all gross like that, which I guess is where Sam gets it (which is really convenient when the dogs poop in the house - jerks). Anyway, Spanish people seem to have a personal vendetta against disposals and as such, our sink is clogged.. often. And I think I'm going to introduce the concept of disposals to this country because this is just ridiculous. And also repulsive.
So anyway, classes started this week. I literally got to like two real classes, because the rest were either incorrectly marked rooms, professors decided they didn't want to show up, classes were cancelled, God said no, whatever it may be - the point is, class didn't happen very much. And we had Monday off and tomorrow off and so... it was clearly a tough week.
I'm actually pretty pumped about tomorrow. Waking up at 8am to go to the gym, heading home afterwards for lunch, meeting the girls to go shopping, teaching an English class tomorrow night (!!!) and then going out for tapas and sangria with Be and Er. I'm expecting a pretty cool day, honestly.
Oh, also! I have a buddy! Someone go tell my mom! Just kidding, but seriously. I was assigned a buddy with the buddy program. His name is Jorge and he seems pretty nice! Should be interested to meet him and start making "friends" or something. We'll see!
I think the girls and I are going to take a day trip this weekend because we have a three day weekend because life in Spain is veeeery difficult. It's honestly been such a crazy week and there are so many things I want to talk about but I think if I try to say it all, my head will explode. Like, actually.
Today's word, by the way, is tropezar. It means to trip. I trip pretty often. I am easily one of the most clumsy people you've ever met. I trip. A lot. Like over my own feet, even. There's a step to get up to my apartment building, just one single step, and I freakin' trip on it every time. Which - bear with me here - could theoretically be a super duper metaphor for my life. I trip in life. I met two of my favorite people in the WHOLE entire world - John and Ky - because dad moved us to California. Ky was in my stats class and we started studying. Ky introduced me to John when he had a barbecue one day towards the end of our senior year. I met Becka when we both moved to Virginia in eighth grade. I met Jess through her older brother, whom I was friends with before I ever even met her. I met Chrissy through Becks, and she is such a blessing in my life. And I met my best friends at school; Christopher, Chris, Adam and Nick, because we lived on the same freaking floor. Who gets that lucky? All of these people? They are in my life because one way or another, I tripped and stumbled into their lives. They have changed my lives, each and every one of them. All because my clumsy self needed catching when I tripped and fell. So maybe being clumsy isn't so bad, huh? Maybe it's a blessing. Maybe. I at least like to think it is.
Anyway, I've been thinking way too much and my brain hurts and I need a bottle of wine and some delicious tapas, so tomorrow should be pretty great. I'm psyched, I'll let you know how it goes.
Happy Thursday, everyone!
I wrote this blog while living in Spain my second year of college - figured it wouldn't hurt to share.