Sunday I went with Maru and her boyfriend to a small river about an hour away from the city (in bus) and it was so hot and sunny when we were waiting to go and then while we were driving but of course as soon as we got there, it became cloudy and then it started storming after about an hour. When I got back to my house, Hanna came over to do homework and hang out with my sisters so we could practice Spanish with them. After that, the family went to Mass (I’m going with them next week) and we went out to eat.
Monday we had to be at the school at 10 for a boring city tour, but of course I didn’t wake up until 930 so I had to rush and get a taxi (annoying considering I should have set enough alarms to actually wake up in time for the much cheaper bus). We bustled around to see the outside of some factories and the national university and then headed back to school. We had our first official classes and thank little baby Jesus, I made the cut for the more advanced one! Afterwards, we had a class where we learned “Merengue” . Fun, except I’m of the opinion that learning how to walk forwards and side-to-side while swinging ones hips shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes. This class lasted for 1 ½ hours – joys unbounded.
I think I had pushed from my mind how boring some of the activities were the first time around, so now having to do them again is pretty bad. The one advantage is that I really am aware of what they are telling us. When we went by la ciudad universitaria which is the neighborhood in which the national university is located, I looked at the skyline of Córdoba and knew exactly where I was. So that being said, rest assured that I’m still learning a lot.
Considering we have random meetings or classes around lunchtime, I haven’t been seeing my family that much- but when I do, I’m still so grateful for how included they make me feel. My mom told me that sometime during the semester, “we’ll all have to go to the country house for the weekend” and then Delfi and Tere invited me to Mass with them and to go out for ice cream. My family before didn’t even seem excited to invite me to eat dinner at the “adult” (read: native speakers) table much less to a country house!
Tally:
# of adorable jean shirts I have bought: 1
# of times one of the new people tried to pet a nasty dog: 3
# of times I’ve been by kioscos to buy a bus card (they don’t use cospeles anymore!) but they didn’t have anymore: 6
# of Milka oreo alfajores that I’ve consumed so far: 1
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ReplyDeleteGlad to know you're still sassy as ever. Hey, your sista swam an incredible 200 im last nite. Set the conference & meet records. How 'bout sending Granpa a postcard or note. He's at Belaire, the rehab place, and is lonely as heck. I love you more that the number of stars in the sky. Mama