Nagranganas

Mike, you must have known you couldn't get away without this making it into my blog. Two weeks after trying to teach him the word for "orange" (naranja) to try and order him some orange juice, it was still coming out "nagrangana". I think this is about the moment when Sarah posted on his wall "Without all of us girls, he'd be up a creek of nagranganas" and Amy, obviously, couldn't control herself.  
 
 

So! We finally got back to Leon and I felt back at home though it was weird to have these two in my city. Here we are with Gaudi. After stalking his architecture throughout Barcelona, these two kids finally got to be introduced. Here they are, probably arguing about which one is going to ask for an autograph.

I have taken this same picture with all of my Oviedo friends when we visited. Just a little stairway with the Leon crest up above it. We tried really hard not to get random walkers in our shot but it just didn't happen. 

At the big man statue waiting for Sarah to bring us delicious ingredients for making taco salad (obviously very Spanish...not). Which is why we have to hunt down tortilla chips, salsa, black beans, and sour cream. It took us until about a month ago but we've finally found all four of those things. Now I want cheddar cheese, pretzles, brownies, and peanut butter (that doesn't cost half my stipend).

Here is my lovely boyfriend wearing a solid black T-shirt. Please all send him compliments so that he will continue to wear it. I, most obviously, bought it for him. He was very sweet and pretended to like it but I hope he has not sewn any sports logos onto it since he has been home. Though. The chances are high. Except that I'm unsure of his sewing skills. Also I find this entertaining as I was giving what must have been a GREAT hug while he is surely looking up sports info or reading the news on his Ipod. Can't win :). 

This was our last night in Leon, after two nights of tapas and going to class and tutoring with me. They got to see just how unorganized my school life is, but how it all balances out with the fact that we have great (and free!) tapas. Can't have it all. We went to Alimerka (my Spanish Wegmans) and each is armed with a sleeve of my favorite cookies which taste like smores and are highly addictive.

And here, finally, at my Plaza de la Inmaculada right by my house. I'm unsure about the pose but it does hilight some of their Alimerka purchases. Mike was thrilled to be able to bring home his favorite chocolate milk because it doesn't need to be refrigerated until opened. Gross, but true to Spanish style.

So since they've left I've gotten back to my little Spanish lifestyle, which now seems a bit boring in comparison. I rather miss having two little buddies following me around saying "What next, Leigh? Can we take a nap, Leigh? I want some Alimerka cookies, Leigh. What should I wear, Leigh?" Amy and Mike were two super lovely guests to have and I'm so thankful they were able to make it all the way out to explore a little of Europe with me. Madrid, Paris, Barcelona, Oviedo, Leon. I surely won't ever forget it and, bad news for Mike, none of us will forget the "nagranganas". Miss you both, already.