Mi madre española

Today, there was a Sevilla fútbol game that my roommate, Kim, and several of my friends went to. I was planning on going, but I decided against it because I have my first two finals of the week tomorrow. Since my roommate was out at the game, my host mom, Julia, made some of my favorite foods for dinner-a tomato and tuna salad, pizza, yogurt, chocolate, and green tea! She felt bad that I had to miss the game to study (she's a huge Sevilla fan herself), so she made a special dinner just for me. I am so lucky to have been placed with such a great host mom!

Thoughts of the Day

One of the things I love most about Spain and the people, is that they never want to talk about themselves. It's one of the things that really differs from American culture, where I feel as though people are always talking about themselves. In America, people are always getting to know each other with "tell me about yourself." In Spain, they never really ask you personal questions-about your family, your history, your job, for example-at the start of a conversation. It's as if they bond with people solely based on personality and all the other details come later. This is one of the things I wish I could bring back to the states with me. I've been reflecting a lot about the things I will and will not miss about Spain since I will be home in just six days. 

I'll be posting soon about my trip to Italy and Greece with my sister, Erin, and Féria de Abril. I'm a little behind...finals week.

See you soon, America!