Wednesday February 13, 2008
Today I gave my speech in class and I think it went really well. I might have thrown some English in there on accident every once and a while, but other than that I think that it was an overall success. After school I checked my e-mail and took a little break before coming home. I didn’t feel well this afternoon and I’ve come to the conclusion that I have an iron deficiency. In the States I didn’t eat a lot of meat, and here I eat even less. So that must be it right? I’m hoping so. When I arrived home I realized that I had a package on the bed! The best part of my day is always when the mail comes and I have something! This box of love was from none other than Tasha and Meridith (I miss them a lot!) and was filled with goodies including: artistic pictures that Tasha had taken (I was surprised), a sweet homemade card, pushpins, shiny pencils (because apparently in Spain they don’t believe in making mistakes and pencils aren’t easy to find), colorful pens, chocolate, chips, cookies…you know, the essentials. It made me start to feel better and I immediately hung up my pictures and card on the bulletin board near my bed. I took a siesta after lunch, in hopes that it would help the pain in my head, and did homework when I got up. Allison came back from the store a little while after I had woken up and she was going to attempt to make cookies for our sweet February birthday party/Valentines Day party tomorrow after class. I use the word attempt because the baking didn’t go quite as planned. After substituting a few ingredients for ones that they actually have in this country, she started baking. About a half of an hour later the house smelled like charred cookies. Ah the joys of a Spanish oven. It took us three batches, two Spanish women, and three hours later to finally come out with a dozen decent cookies. Before “dinner” Encarna said that she had a surprise to show me. She led me downstairs to the first floor of her house and explained that this was the oldest part of the house where she was born and grew up and showed me a few things, such as a piano, from when she was a kid. She showed me a two-bedroom apartment/hotel looking room that was fully furnished along with amazing paintings, all done by her son. She told me that she rented the rooms out during festivals and such and then pointed out that if Aaron wanted to say there, he could! Have I mentioned yet that our host mom is…amazing? Apparently she has all of the hook-ups in Spain. After the tour and cookie experiment we had dinner and then finished the night out with homework. For the record, when you have mashed potatoes in Spain they aren’t mashed they are puréed. I would recommend opting for another form of potatoes while visiting, but that’s just for the record. Because if you don’t, you could end up eating a plate of potato mush that tastes like baby food.
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