June 29, 2010: Waka Waka

Left the casa around 10am for some chocolate donuts, after misunderstanding where I was actually suppose to have breakfast.  Who could really complain about donuts for breakfast though.  Class began at 11:50, but after my exceptional breakfast I wandered to the school to utilize the internet, since there were not any signals within range of the casa to use.  My second thought after finding out the school had wifi was who maintained it, and do they need anyone else.

When class finally started around 11:50, it was like being thrown into Linear Algebra II or Partial Differential Equations after Algebra I.  The class was entirely in Spanish, and sink or swim.  On top of that the subject for the day was descriptive vocabulary for people, and of course  the people ranged from Brad Pitt and Jessica Alba, to Angela Merkil and Dracula. Just for good measure Home Simpson was thrown in as well.  So far one other american speaks solo English, and everyone else speaks two or three other languages.

Then on to my second class, which was a lot of fun.  Much more english, but only when we did not understand.  This was a huge help, I think the beginner class should be like this so we can test our skills in the area around the school.  After class I signed up for dinner tomorrow and the Alcazaba, castle tour friday, and Seville Saturday, and Snorkeling Sunday.  Oh, and I still needed to sign up for Morocco next weekend.  Then I made my way to the beach to meet Sandra to get a snack and more shopping, food shopping for me this time.  Afterward we headed back to the school to meet up with Flo, and drop off spoils of the day before  dinner and watching the Spain vs. Portugal world cup match.  The sword fish was great, definitely have to come back here. During dinner Florence was kind enough to help Sandra and I with our Spanish.  We also talked more culture and book, while watching the locals get excited over everything during the match, so funny and total madness.  A goal attempt missed by 20 feet incited a cheer so loud, you would have though it was the winning goal.  The excitement for the game was so intense even our waiter watching, and only came back around after the game was over.  Finally Spain scored, and I can only describe the scene as a step short of histaria, everyone was singing and dancing.  It was such a positive atmosphere we receive free shoots, which I did not partake of, but the experience was still a memorable moment. 


Even after the game was over the fiesta continued well into the wee hours of the morning.  We made our way back to the school though, I still needed to pick up my books and had a long walk back to the house.  Back at the house I talked with my host mom for a few minutes about food again, and actually understood a little more this time.  Once that was settled it was time for some late night studying.