But last night was a good time, because I did 2 things I haven't done since I was in America.
1. Play wii.
2. Drive a car.
With some of my Spanish friends we had dinner and then did Wii singing and dancing. Almost all of the songs were in Spanish, and I only knew one of them (too pop for me, I guess), so I ended up doing one in English and one in Spanish of which I had no clue. Classic. On the way home, my friend randomly suggested I drive home. And he was serious. Automatic transmissions are really uncommon in Spain, but luckily for me he has one. Next step in adapting to España is learning to drive a stick-shift. :)
Today was my first day back at school. It was actually reassuring. First of all, to have obligations isn't so icky, especially since I only work one day this week. Secondly, all the teachers were in a good mood, despite vacation being over. Everyone was giving besos and saying "Feliz año," even the teachers I don't really talk to. A lot of them wondered "How did you get back?!" thinking I went home to the -50*C temperatures of eastern America. But alas, I came grudgingly from the warmer Donostia. Now that I'm back to "the usual" in Lugo, I guess I'm pretty glad.
1. Play wii.
2. Drive a car.
With some of my Spanish friends we had dinner and then did Wii singing and dancing. Almost all of the songs were in Spanish, and I only knew one of them (too pop for me, I guess), so I ended up doing one in English and one in Spanish of which I had no clue. Classic. On the way home, my friend randomly suggested I drive home. And he was serious. Automatic transmissions are really uncommon in Spain, but luckily for me he has one. Next step in adapting to España is learning to drive a stick-shift. :)
Today was my first day back at school. It was actually reassuring. First of all, to have obligations isn't so icky, especially since I only work one day this week. Secondly, all the teachers were in a good mood, despite vacation being over. Everyone was giving besos and saying "Feliz año," even the teachers I don't really talk to. A lot of them wondered "How did you get back?!" thinking I went home to the -50*C temperatures of eastern America. But alas, I came grudgingly from the warmer Donostia. Now that I'm back to "the usual" in Lugo, I guess I'm pretty glad.