This weekend was full of grueling papers, tons of studying, and way too many meetings. JUST KIDDING. This weekend was full of food, drink, and THE BEACH. If your weekend was the former, I'm really really sorry; I believe in you and I recommend you don't read the rest of this post... or you'll hate me.
SO! It started off before the sun was even up on Saturday with a chilly walk to the bus station in Cordoba. Please note my view from the bus and yes, that is the sun rising. But not to worry, two hours later and BAM! I'm in Malaga! walking distance from the beach. After a quick stop to meet up with my two loves, this time in sandwich form, (un bocadillo de jamon y queso por favor!) we went straight to the beach:
aaaaand pretty much stayed there till dinner time. I wish I could say something exciting and edgy about the beach, but I spent most of my time floating:
Here's what I can say that's exciting and edgy: I was featured in a newspaper!! (and when I say "I" I mean PRESHCO the program I'm in.) Please take note of me and Robyn in the top right corner. You'll be able to recognize me as the one who looks bored and kind of scary zombie-esque.
Anyway so after watching the sun set on my bus ride home we came back and talked with our host mom about... .... .... something in Spanish. Then, instead of curling up in my nice warm bed and shnuggling with Kitty, we went out. Again. And although I was too tired to make it to any of the discotechas, I did enjoy myself a huge bright blue gummi drink.
I'll leave with a goal update:
Spanish: v. low - probably learned more German than Spanish in Malaga
Fun: v. low - beaching is CLEARLY cheating.
Heels: low - tripped again last night in flip-flops, did not fall, did not scream. Improvement?
For all you silent stalkers and for those of you bored enough to read my blog. I give you a moderately detailed and occasionally updated account of Roshan's spazzing and spacing out in Spain.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Goals
With classes starting and my sleep schedule truly getting out of control, I thought it would be nice to have a written account of my goals for the year. This way when my laziness attacks again, you can pester me! So without further ado, I present to you Roshan's 3 goals for Spain 2010:
1. Learn Spanish - Although this goal may seem easy since I'm in a place where everyone only speaks Spanish, it's actually harder than it seems. Firstly, because it's easy to stand there, nod your head occasionally, and say si or no. Secondly, because if I truly need to say something in Spanish, I can usually get by with awkward hand motions/facial expressions and the word "shmeh." For example: "please pass the water" has turned into me flipping my glass over and saying "shmeh?" All in all everyone here either thinks I'm very shy or have a strange disorder that causes me to twitch and say shmeh a lot.
2. Learn how to have fun - I have a theory that Americans don't actually know how to have fun. The first night in Spain I walked out of the hotel at midnight and the streets were filled with people sitting around drinking, eating, and just generally having a good time. Absolutely no one was texting on their cell phones (which I promise you I would have done). Everyone was actually talking to each other and having a good time. So although I thought I was a pretty fun person (fun not funny? Arya?) there's still a lot I can learn from Spaniards. (Aka.. maybe it's time to make friends with the locals...)
3. Learn how to walk in high heels - Yup. Welcome to Spain, where women wear heels while walking their dogs on cobblestone streets. Welcome to my life, where I trip and nearly fall to my death three times a night while wearing FLIP FLOPS while out in Spain. I kid you not: this may be my most dangerous and unreachable goal for the year.
So with that I leave you with a picture of me and my only Spanish friend playing "throw the ball at my head and I'll see if I can head it back to you."
1. Learn Spanish - Although this goal may seem easy since I'm in a place where everyone only speaks Spanish, it's actually harder than it seems. Firstly, because it's easy to stand there, nod your head occasionally, and say si or no. Secondly, because if I truly need to say something in Spanish, I can usually get by with awkward hand motions/facial expressions and the word "shmeh." For example: "please pass the water" has turned into me flipping my glass over and saying "shmeh?" All in all everyone here either thinks I'm very shy or have a strange disorder that causes me to twitch and say shmeh a lot.
2. Learn how to have fun - I have a theory that Americans don't actually know how to have fun. The first night in Spain I walked out of the hotel at midnight and the streets were filled with people sitting around drinking, eating, and just generally having a good time. Absolutely no one was texting on their cell phones (which I promise you I would have done). Everyone was actually talking to each other and having a good time. So although I thought I was a pretty fun person (fun not funny? Arya?) there's still a lot I can learn from Spaniards. (Aka.. maybe it's time to make friends with the locals...)
3. Learn how to walk in high heels - Yup. Welcome to Spain, where women wear heels while walking their dogs on cobblestone streets. Welcome to my life, where I trip and nearly fall to my death three times a night while wearing FLIP FLOPS while out in Spain. I kid you not: this may be my most dangerous and unreachable goal for the year.
So with that I leave you with a picture of me and my only Spanish friend playing "throw the ball at my head and I'll see if I can head it back to you."
Friday, September 17, 2010
Hola Espana!
I am currently in Cordoba, where I will surely be having many a grand adventure. For now the adventuring mainly revolves around me getting used to eating dinner at 10 o clock every night and finding my way to my classes without getting lost. BUT SOON! The adventures will be grand and exciting and here for you to read on this handy dandy blog (if my laziness doesn't get in the way).
Here's what I can tell you as of now:
-My host mom is a fashion designer, who thinks I have a problem with sleeping since my "siestas" always turn into 6 hour naps from lunch till dinner.
- I live with the cutest dog in the world (see pictures)
- No I have not found any magically amazing spanish men. Stop asking. I have found jamon y queso. My TRUE loves.
- Barcelona is just one huge party in a beautiful city.
- Everyone in Spain is hip and trendy. I'm pretty sure they kill off all the ugly people.
-"Roshan" is too hard to pronounce in Spanish. Thus my new name is Rosa.
Here are some puppy pictures from Robyn's blog:
I recommend reading her blog if you want a blog that is actually insightful and informative: fluffyinspain.blogspot.com.
Here's what I can tell you as of now:
-My host mom is a fashion designer, who thinks I have a problem with sleeping since my "siestas" always turn into 6 hour naps from lunch till dinner.
- I live with the cutest dog in the world (see pictures)
- No I have not found any magically amazing spanish men. Stop asking. I have found jamon y queso. My TRUE loves.
- Barcelona is just one huge party in a beautiful city.
- Everyone in Spain is hip and trendy. I'm pretty sure they kill off all the ugly people.
-"Roshan" is too hard to pronounce in Spanish. Thus my new name is Rosa.
Here are some puppy pictures from Robyn's blog:
I recommend reading her blog if you want a blog that is actually insightful and informative: fluffyinspain.blogspot.com.
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