Metropol Rooms Miraflores
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... Think charades..... Anyway, turns out he is the 'President' of the building and was unlucky enough to receive a call from Jose just as he was going out for dinner. From the death stare I got from his wife I don't think she was impressed. Jose called back to ensure I was fully illuminated again and advised that I would receive a 'leetle bit discount for any inconvenience'. It actually WAS a bit of an inconvenience as I was about to go next door ...
... on the way I heard the church bells ringing from the church in the Alhambra and realized that they were actually going to say mass there right then. So I put away the orange and went to mass in the Alhambra! Which was pretty cool. FASTEST SUNDAY MASS EVERY. 35 minutes flat no joke. There was absolutely no singing, and all of the readers went up at the same time so they just switched out extremely quickly. It also helped that there weren't that many ...
... words they don't bleep them out. For example, in a kids shop, when shopping for candela the song said "mother--- *****" I stopped dead expecting everyone else to, only to realise they have no idea.
The teachers decided that considering nothing was being done we could go home at lunch time which is pretty good!! Shows how informal the school system here is!
Over lunch, we discussed Segovia and we aren't going tomorrow anymore ...
... it, "Spain is different."
Hmm so what else is different here. Well, eating habits for one thing. I already mentioned my host mom's dietary habits. From what I've been able to deduce, the main food groups here are cigarettes, coffee, french fries, and wine. As you may have noticed, three of those groups are not actually food, unless you eat your tabacco (please say no). That's because Spaniards don't eat. Don't get me wrong, they ...
... to good byes) are still so hard.
We flew out of Charlotte to JFK - and waited in the airport with a Marine who was being deployed for the third time to Afghanistan. Suddenly sitting beside him and talking with him made me so grateful and also I felt kind of selfish about the adventure we get to go on. In my emotional state of having just parted from my parents - I started sobbing when he told us he was being deployed for a year and had two children. I think he might have ...