Monday February 4, 2008
Today I woke up with a bloody nose. Nasty, I know…that’s what I thought. Not the best thing to wake up to but I guess it could have been worse? After breakfast we headed to school for another fun-filled Monday’s worth of classes. I gave a presentation in my culture class today and apparently I don’t know roman numerals. I was talking about the nineteenth century and it came out XI on the dry erase board, apparently I forgot the other X, my bad. History has never been my thing anyway. After class we headed to Casa del Libro for Allison and Sam to pick up their books that had finally come in. After obtaining the books we headed for home and were greeted with a surprise…there was a package! Who could it be from? It was from none other than the infamous Grandma Beckmann and her cohort (and activities director), Grandpa Beckmann. AMAZING! I think that it took me a total of 2 seconds to rip into the package to indulge in the goodies. It was homemade heaven in a box. Grandma sent homemade goodies such as her famous Scotcharoos, which was later hilarious to hear our host family try and pronounce. Now I understood how we sounded to them everyday. The Valentines Day card, treats and overall packaged cheer made the previous five hours of class seem nonexistent. After lunch and homework Allison, Sam and I headed to “Café de Indias” because I had a meeting with Tracy, our Spanish professor from Simpson. We have been looking for places to study/do homework at that isn’t our room, so this café was a nice change of venue. I met with Tracy for about an hour and a half to talk about the questions that I had, to address my concerns with the trip and life, and to get her overall advice and maternal care. It was good to sit down and talk to her and tell her my side of the story while she shared hers. She gave a lot of good advice and she helped me set some pretty good goals for my future days in Spain. I sent a few postcards on the way home and we returned just before dark. After doing homework for a while longer, dinner was ready. We had “tortillas espanoles,” my favorite meal in Spain, and fresh fruit. I shared the joy of Scotcharoos with my host family and it was more than hilarious to watch them indulge with enthusiasm and pure awe at the use of peanut butter (and more or less its existence). After dinner I did more homework and now its time for bed. Tomorrow is Grandma Beckmann’s birthday; I think she’s turning about 27 now, so wish her a happy birthday!
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