As promised, here is the next installment of my weekly blog, only 5 days late. I have just been so busy with all of my studies here I haven’t found the time to write (yes, Jill and Laura, I am sucking up). School started last Monday, and I still haven’t gotten used to the schedule. My stomach is constantly grumbling because we don’t eat dinner until 9:30!
The first day we were in our house, I noticed there was no soap in the bathroom. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of asking Inca for “sopa” (soup) and proceeded to nod along as she went on and on about how much she loved “sopa” as well. At least this would be a cleanly household. I have been with Inca 14 days now, and I have consequently eaten 14 bowls of soup. Besides the monotony of food (I really did like the croquettas the first 6 times), Inca’s house is quite the pleasure. Spanish houses don’t have heat. The first week we were here, “stoofy” the estufa (heater) became our best friend. However, on Saturday, the war began. It reminded me a little of the war between the mom and dad in A Christmas Story over the leg lamp. Every time we were in the room, we would turn on stoofy and sit near her and adore her radiant heat. Every time Inca came in the room, she would turn it off unplug it and put it away. Finally, Saturday night, we had come in from the cold outside to the even colder inside, and we realized that stoofy was nowhere to be found. According to Inca, the neighbors had called and complained that the estufa was “broken” and was making too much noise. I have never heard stoofy utter a peep, but I can say that I thought a freight train was passing by our window until I realized that the clanging and whistling noises were coming from our sleeping senora next door. Last night, “stoofy”-less, I slept in two pairs of pants, a coat, a scarf and a hat. If I had known I would be studying abroad in Antarctica, I would have brought my parka.
But that’s enough about Inca, I could talk about her forever. She is quite the little goody bag.
Even though, I’ve only been here for two weeks, I already feel like a native of Sevilla. Since sitting here in the Parque Maria Luisa, three people have already asked me for directions! Oh, wow, o.k… via writing this…yes, I am not kidding, right after writing that sentence, I realized how much of a naive tourist I am. Those friendly folks that were asking me for directions…yes they just stole my IPOD. The first one who asked me directions I’m sure was scoping out for what valuables I had. The second was a distraction while the first grabbed around my back .The third, well I think the third was really lost. Just when I was getting excited about looking European and being a good neighbor, I was brought back to earth that I will forever be a Sperry wearing blonde.
Girl did they really steal your Ipod?!
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