Well folks, exactly 7 weeks from today I will be returning to the motherland. I have mixed emotions: I will not miss the skeezy, smelly, staring Spaniards so much. Or the food here at the dorms. But all the friends I've made here, and the warm weather, and the experience. But it's so far off and I still have so many plans. Today I finished planning a trip to Valencia, a town on the south-east coast of Spain that is home to the largest aquarium in Europe...amongst other things. Should be a great trip and of course I'll be blogging about it.
This weekend is going to especially nice because this week was full of studying. Or fretting over tests because I didn't study enough. Being that it is halfway through, it's prime-time for midterms. I had a linguistics exam and a Spanish culture exam. Bonus about Spain: to study for Linguistics, I went to the beach since it was a gorgeous day and read over my material to the sound of the ocean. And yeah, I actually got some stuff done! And on the way home we stopped at a candy store called Guss. They have all kinds of weird crap in there but my favorites are the chocolate covered peanuts. They are peculiarly crunchy and come in milk, dark and white chocolate. I like to mix them all together and the lady that works there likes me cuz she let me sit there and sample each one and then rounded down when I payed for them. SCORE! Maybe I just looked like a fat American and she knew I'd be back to give her more business. ( I have in fact lost a bit of weight from not eating the dorm food and being sick that one week. As Dani said, "You're only one stomach flu away from your goal-weight!")
the culture exam went well - only had to guess on 2 of them. Neither exam was very difficult, it was just a wealth of information to remember. I have another business exam next week, which shouldn't be too difficult. I'm feeling confident about my grades here, even thought Grand Valley only accepts credit/no credit. Something else I just realized about the school here: in the States, kids spend a couple hundred dollars on books and its a pain in the ass. Here, they give you a bound booklet of photocopies and together all of my books cost about $150. Not too bad, I'd say. They only give you what you need and not a whole used textbook of crap for over $200.
This past week has been uncharacteristically warm for this time of year in Spain. High 70s, sunny and wonderful. I guess on Sunday the real fall will begin - cooler temps and more rain. But I'm excited for the cold. Not the rain so much.
Exciting happenings over by the Gug: The Poopy is under construction. He's covered in blue scaffolding and pretty soon he should reappear with a new 'do. I'm quite enlivened by it all.
Halloween is this weekend. I have not prepared anything special. Some people bought some cheapy costumes from a new store that opened in the mall and there are a lot of Halloween themed parties at the clubs even though it really isn't a big deal here. I'll probably go out tonite to the Erasmus party and perhaps on Saturday. The dorm children have planned some kind of party where you go to each room and have a different drink in each one. I have not strategized over said drinkage. Vamos a ver. (We shall see.)
I do have quite a bit on my plate this weekend. I was unenthusiastically voted group leader of my group for Basque Culture so I have to put together the paper for that project. I have a very important gift to buy for a very important person that will take some hunting in the city. Also, I have to figure out how to buy my bus tickets for Valencia (that's right...I'm traveling on a budget!). And there are American matters that require my attention like internships and graduation. EEK....
And holy crap, I'm already being accosted about Christmas lists. After an incredible trip like this, I probably don't deserve a darn thing...but I'll make a list anyway and see what happens. (You didn't read that dad!)
And yeah, sorry the blogs are kinda boring without pictures, but there hasn't been much to document lately. I should start to photographically chronicle the crazy little things about Spain: odd looking pigeons everywhere, elaborate baby buggies, mullets, genie pants, numerous candy stores, and the free-roaming dogs. I'll start a food log. And all the food I eat for a week here in Spain. I want you all to feel my pain.
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