The best way I can describe this week is in one word: vino. Very similar to wino because that is what i will soon be with no regrets.
I'll start with the family:
As of Septemmber 1st i had a new mom and a new dad. Having a dad in Spain is like having a Porsche: Very rare and require lots of upkeep by its owner, aka wife. My new dad however, is more like a 4-runner. He's been married to my new mom for 50 years (holy crap!) They are constantly ragging on each other in the most endearing way possible and he's always at her side helping with dinner.
They are both in their 70s so i guess i should call them my new grandparents but considering my own parents aren't too far behind we'll stick with the former.
My new mom told us at dinner one day that if we ever needed help or were being bothered by someone all we have to do is ring the buzzer to their apartment and Ricardo (our new dad) we'll be down immediately "to take care of it." This is even funnier heard in Spanish and even more so when you see who's saying it and who's going to "take care of" the problem.
The food is amazing and thank god because they make us eat for about 4 people each. We joke that its abuse but i may be visiting the hospital to have my stomach pumped and not for the reasons a JMU student would. what a shame.
In our intensive spanish class we learn things that will be useful through out the day such as: smiling at people means you want to have sex with them, stretching and yawning ANYWHERE is a no no, if you dance with someone it means you are going to have sex with them later that night, if you put your head down on the table you might as well have taken a poo on someones doorstep, and everyone likes socialism its just the americans that don't.
Tomorrow the majority of the group is off to Portugal! Ciao till then.
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