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For the last two months, I have been attending what we in the program like to call "fake school." Until... last Friday when our midterms started. The time had come to whip out the notes we had scratched down in grammatically-incorrect spanish and cram it into our brains until we all Eurotrip (or in my case, Afrotrip?) for Semana Santa next week.
The last two days I have spent with my friends at this cute little cafe near my piso called Van Gogh Cafe. The cafe con leche is delicious and only costs 1.50 euro. The drawback is it smells like the inside of a cigarette because everyone around is a chimney. But I really should stop complaining. I was reading my friend Jenna's blog for her semester in Paris and she had an intriguing passage "Problems Abroad That Aren't Really Problems" which after sending me into a laughing fit in the computer lab...
Here are the ones she came up with:
1. This fresh baguette hurts the roof of my mouth 2. My homestay neighborhood is too safe. 3. Everyone can and will speak English to me 4. French men are too pretty and too well-dressed 5. I can't decide if I want a salty or sweet crepe 6. Europeans are so annoyingly relaxed 6. My legs hurt from walking to the top of the Notre Dame at sunset for free.
I was prompted to come up with some of my own:
1. The free tapas bar is always too crowded. 2. Red wine or white wine? 3. Spanish hot chocolate is too thick and rich. 4. The art museums are only free after 6 and on Saturdays. 5. The cobblestone streets from centuries ago make my knees hurt. 6. Everything is closed on Sunday because you're apparently supposed to REST. 7. I can never decide if I want to spend the 70 degree day in Parque del Oeste or Retiro.
When I think about it, it makes me never want to complain about anything abroad. Thanks for the perspective (and the great public laugh), Jenna.
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