Previously I posted my final essays to prove to everyone that I am in fact doing a little work here. On the other hand, for the first time I´ve truly adopted the phrase, "I have never let my schooling interfere with my education. (sometimes attributed to Mark Twain)" I'm still a good student, and I'm still getting the grades, but it's so much more useful here to spend time with Spanish friends speaking Spanish, than to shut myself inside for hours making sure I understand all of the reading material for the next day's class. Unfortunately my grammar is still terrible but my vocabulary is constantly improving and I'm optimistic that if I continue practicing Spanish once I return to the States I'll be able to improve everything eventually.
This was one of the few weekends of the summer that I've been able to relax.
Friday I met up with my friend Paula from Chile, and she tried a mojito and a pina colada for the first time (she's 22 for the record, I'm not corrupting anyone) and by the end of the evening we ended up mixed up with a stag party of members of a club football team (all people from England and Wales that are here working and studying, with mixed levels of Spanish). We had a very calm and pleasant time together, and she helped me learn some valuable vocabulary that I've been missing.
Saturday: Jerez for wine tasting and a tour of the famous Sherry production center of the world! And then the beach a half hour away. Loved the Winery, hated the beach. The Strait of Gibraltar is predictably quite windy, and while the water was great, most people didn't go in, and I could only hang out by myself for so long. Next weekend there's an overnight trip to Málaga which should be really fun. I'm also looking forward to Málaga because it´s the hometown of my favorite Spanish Professor at Penn State.
Sunday: I slept in for the second time this summer, and after a very lazy day I went to a house party to watch the final match of the Euro Cup, Spain vs Italy. We won 4 to 0 and made history by being the first team to win the Eurocup and the last World Cup. I still don't quite understand "off sides" but I had a really great time, and Enrique was a wonderful host. After the game people took to the streets, and we followed tradition by going to the Puerta de Jerez, joining throngs of people flocking to dunk themselves in the fountain and to splash their fellow Spaniards. The atmosphere was fantastic, and we left before anyone got in trouble for diving from the bridge into the river.
I was Here.
With only three weeks left in Sevilla I'm already upset about leaving. This summer has gone by so quickly I can't even imagine time passing at home.
Sorry for such a straightforward, boring post, but I'm alive and well, and I appreciate that anyone bothers to check this out!
Besos y Abrazos,
Laura
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