Tuesday made 100 days in Spain. It hardly feels like it- probably because I’ve accomplished far less in the past 100 days than I do in my normal life as a new yorker. It’s been a weird little lifestyle. I’m settling in but am never really settled, my tutoring schedule is always changing and I’m always planning some new trip.
Besides that, I decided I should start planning for when I’m home and have been scoping out my grad school…which I am rather dreading. I’m doing all I can to see if I can squeeze my bilingual education program at SUNY Brockport into a year or a year and a half. Tied down to another college for 2 years doesn’t exactly sound exciting to me, so we’ll try and make it quick. I’m thinking anything will see rather boring after having plans to live in Spain for the year, so perhaps I’ll just have to get used to that thought.
As for my 100th day it was more eventful than I would have liked. I ran back and forth to school three separate times, I made apple crisp for an entire class that didn’t show up, a boy asked if I’d walk him out because he was going to get “beat up” ,while I was walking with said boy, another came running past and smacked him in the head, I went back to school to meet with the principal about it but waited an hour listening to her meeting, I went to meet two girls for shopping who didn’t show up.
That was the worst of it at least. I then got to tutor my two favorite little ones and go to a Christmas dinner with the teachers from my school. Julie, my one teacher and I all walked together to the dinner. It was super fancy with like 10 courses, all very Spanish. The waiter tried to force the last of each appetizer on me saying, "But I made this one with extra love". The dinner started at 10 and didn’t end until 2 am…and the teachers were still begging us to go out dancing. It was a lot of fun, really good food, and I learned lots. It always feels good to survive a night speaking Spanish with a big group without embarrassing yourself…too much. I pulled out some of my idioms-always winners!
I called my Spanish momma to tell her I’d be in Oviedo this weekend and she said “Well it’s about time, I was wondering when you were going to call! I was telling everyone you must be busy or something because I never hear from you!” Aw, break my heart. But the phone works both ways. Anyways, meeting Meg tomorrow in my Spanish hometown and so so happy about it. Dear Buffalo-Oviedo friends, where are the rest of you? Will be thinking about you..xo
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