miércoles, 24 de enero de 2007

quick lessons from spain

I have learned several quick lessons here, here are some:

showering after your roommate, even if you allow a half hour for the water to heat back up-bad idea. three seconds of hot water, and an instant ice bath. Shaving with cold water sucks too.

learn to like chicken and bread cause they are at every meal in some form or another.

It should not be called pizza unless it has normal toppings, ie crust with sauce topped in tuna, salsa, and some weird spice that smells funny- NOT pizza. (we call that nasty crap)

The casa is cold enough at night, remember to shut the window before going to bed or you are guaranteed to wake up shivering...repeatedly.

Finding an adaptor for your computer is no fun. Especially if you don´t know how to say; adaptor, plug, electricity, or laptop. Sign language never looked so silly...

Bars are everywhere and the place to be. It´s true, just accept it.

Construction workers will stop in the middle of whatever they are doing to simply stand and look at American girls.

Siesta is the single most brilliant idea ever, anywhere. The airplane? the wheel? sliced bread? all nothing compared to the concept of siesta. After you eat a huge lunch, you sleep. It´s so obvious. Why hasn´t America figured this one out?

It´s better to eat the food you don´t like the first time you receive it. Senoras hate to throw food away. So if you don´t like some food one night and you don´t eat it all, beware, it´s coming the next day and in an even worse form.

lessons from the streets:
Cars park anywhere, including touching the bumpers of the cars in front of or behind them.

Scooters are the Jerome Bettis´of the streets. Just move out of the way, cause they sure as heck aren´t going to.

Crossing the street is at times like frogger.

Take the right bus. The wrong bus is...well the wrong one you idiot, so get off of it and get on the right one.

Find the ATMs that you can choose "English" cause it´s nearly impossible to figure out how to get money out of an atm when it´s in spanish, and you look like an idiot standing at an ATM putting your credit card in several times and just trying buttons.


Well that´s all for now. If you want to call me you can, just let me know and i´ll tell you how. Oh and I changed this blog so anyone can comment, even if youre not a blogger. Pictures of Sevilla and the casa to come soon. hasta luego.

2 comentarios:

Pureblood Prince dijo...

uh oh, sounds like chicken and bread might be the new chicken and rice :). Is the Spanish in Spain much different than what you have learned? I remember mrs. simmons telling us how the dialects/accents and stuff were different over there.

Anónimo dijo...

Entertaining list, Craigers. I'm getting a picture in my mnd. And it's not good. Yeah, tell me how to call you.