¡TOMA! bwahaha.

You know how in the schools back in America, you cannot access anything on the computers? Well, I write to you from a computer inside the school library of Historiador Chabas, my Spanish high school. I just think this is marvelous enough to blog about.
Hey, some people write entire blogs about cats, or knitting, or even worse...SCRAPBOOKING! Seriously, who wants to read a blog about scrapbooking? Do not even say your great grandma Anne would love to read it. We both know she does not know the first thing about blogs, computers, she cannot read and she knows she has better things to do!!!
I better sign off, but hey...I just wrote a blog about nothing. And you just wasted 3 minutes reading it.
:)

You're Just Jealous of My Doll!!!

My doll is sexy. You know it!

Día de los inocentes.

madre mia.

¡¡¡qué día!!!

28th of December in Spain is just like the 1st of April in America.

Of course, no one told me this. I learned it, just like I learn EVERYTHING. Like, the family dog bites, the difference between tit and aunt in Spanish, (which in reality, is only an accent,) and all those things. Those are things I LEARN.

We're sitting down for lunch, since we have a huge lunch together as a family every day. Like dinner, for American families. Everyone except Paco, my host father, is in the kitchen. I'm sitting down, anxious to get to my salad. (Did I just said Anxious and Salad in the same sentence? Exchanges work magic.) Finally, Paco comes in, sits down on the little stool, and looks straight at me. 

>>I was talking to Rotary. They called.<<He said.

I'm thinking, "Maldita! [[Don't open Google translate, PLEASE.]] What did I do now???"

>>You have to change host families. This very afternoon.<< He goes on gravely.

>You're going to Nora's house.< My host mother adds, grimly. (Those are the host parents that don't let her out unless she has perfect grades.)

I replied calmly, diplomatically and logically:

-Well, it IS an international rule of Rotary. Ok.-

I then jump out of my skin as my family starts chanting,

"I-NO-CEN-TE! I-NO-CEN-TE!" repeatedly. 

My little brother brought out a paper doll and my mom taped it to my hoodie. She explained that because I fell for the joke, I had to wear the doll. She said I needed to save it for memories, and that we needed a photo. I went to get my camera, and made a very...beautiful face for the photo.

I-NO-CEN-TE!!!

XOXOXO!

Doce, once, diez, nueve, ocho, siete, seis, cinco, cuatro, tres, dos, uno, ZERO!

 NOVENTA.....SEIS!

I like to count grapes for fun.

NOT.

Spain has some traditions for New Years. As much as I love red thongs, (that's a JOKE, mom,) I passed on that tradition. 

Instead, my host mom sat me down in the kitchen with the task of count sets of 12 grapes. Don't waste the time opening up the Calculater application from your Start menu. That's more grapes than I want to remember. (I'm having nightmare flash backs to counting 4,000 rubber ducks for the Seven Peaks Duck Derby.) 

They start the countdown from 12, and eat a grape every second of the countdown. Twelve seconds before 2011 and it was silent except for the sound of the bells and those who were choking on the grapes.

Guess who ate all hers in the twelve seconds?!

GOOD LUCK FOR 2011!!!

Happy New Year!

Just some photos, since I haven't uploaded many.

 alexandre antoni vento carrascosa

Me & Andreaaaa

Kiko & Andrea

Cris. Being...Cris.

 rotary meetings.

 i was the only 1 asking questions.

70 students in all of Spain. 95% American.

 look at us. we're so pretty! :)

Accumulative-Of All The Words...

Nora (other exchange student) and I are sitting in English class.
The Spanish teacher kindly asks us if we could check over a student's essay for her. The girl had written it in Spanish, and the teacher had translated it to English.
The words on the English version were indeed English, but that was about the extent of what Nora and I could make of it. We went about correcting the English version. Nora found it easier to translate from the Spanish version. 
15 minutes later, Nora and I reached the second paragraph. Feeling pretty proud of ourselves at this point, we came to a dead end. We had to describe something, but the word wasn't coming to mind. I might also add that we hadn't really been able to speak in full sentences in English with each other. That's because our brains were a bit more accustomed to Spanish. We had hit a new low of brain freezes. We were stuck trying to come up with an ENGLISH word. We became human Thesauruses for the word, but for the life of us we could not think of what this word was. We gave up, and went on to the next sentence.
I had fixed two more seconds when I finally shouted, (mind you, we're in class,) 
ACCUMULATIVE!!!
Nora bounced excitedly. We loudly exclaimed, "That's it!" 
The teacher turns around from the blackboard and says sharply in her cute British/Spanish accent:
"Who's making all that noise?"
Nora and I cracked up and covered our mouths. 


Well, I guess you could say we're Accumatively losing our English.


;)


Again, we're sitting in English class. It's Thursday, and Nora and I are exhausted of the week. We're ready for Viernes! (Friday!!!) We're nearly asleep, reading our Spanish grammar books. The teacher, who I've begun to quite like, walks over and asks us if we could Please read these paragraphs Slowly and Clearly for the class.
The paragraphs were describing people who had changed since high school. 
Nora read:
"Remember Amy?"
"The blonde one?"
"Yes, her."
"She was quite FAT, wasn't she?"
- Nora and I begin to laugh and laugh.
Nora continues reading and then I take my turn.
After, tears are almost rolling down are faces.
The teachers says, "I suppose you don't use the word Fat the same as they do in England, correct?"
Our smiles said it all.
These are the moments I enjoy that Spaniards learn British English.


XD


xoxoxoxoxoxo