The day pigs flew: a disappointing siesta lunch

So, I just found out I can change the font on this thing. Hope this craziness doesn't throw anyone off. 

Ok, so last entry I left off with heading to siesta. If I haven't already made it abundantly clear that siesta is hands down my favorite part of Spanish culture, then allow me to express this now: siesta is hands down my favorite part of Spanish culture. This having been said, please understand how utterly sobering it was to have a huge plate full of mushy, overcooked cauliflower waiting for me when I got home yesterday. Visualize a brain on a plate and that's my lunch. I tried hard to convince myself that maybe it just looks gross...it probably tastes great. After all, our madre's an amazing cook. One bite later, though, I panicked. How the heck am I going to finish all this with her watching me? I had to coach myself through the rest of the brain mush, "Just eat as fast as you can, Sarah. Don't think, don't look at it, don't smell it. Just eat fast!" Thankfully, this was only the first course, so there was ground beef and peppers, bread and fruit to cleanse my pallet afterwards. As I was lying down for my siesta nap though, I couldn't help but feel a little bit like a child who just found out that Santa Claus doesn't exist...I really just didn't see that coming.

After an insufficient nap, I returned to the University for my last two classes of the day: Intro to Spanish Lit. and Spanish Civ. Basically, we've only covered the syllabi(?) so I don't have much to say about them other than they're taught completely in Spanish and most of our work is crammed at the end of the semester. I haven't decided yet if this will be a good or bad thing. I'm also getting used to "Spanish time"...a phenomena completely different from the United States. When my schedule says class begins at 11, what it really is saying is that if you arrive 5 or 10 minutes past 11, no problem, the professor probably isn't there yet either.

Dinner consisted of a fried egg/potato/ham mixture (Yum! Did I mention I eat fried foods everyday?), mozzarella cheese, ham, and fruit. I literally went to bed straight after dinner at 10pm and didn't wake up again until 9:15am. Yesterday was the sleepiest day of my life. I've been fighting a bad cold, traveling, spending a lot of time outside, and not getting enough sleep (my less than brilliant remedy plan). 

This morning, I put one of Allison's videos in my laptop to do Yoga in the bathroom again. I'm so glad no one can actually see me doing this though because it looks even goofier than it sounds. I got a package from my mom this morning...made my day! It was filled with funny pictures of Boomer and the family, peanut m&m's (she knows me well), and Dr. Scholls (God bless her, my feet have never done so much walking).

I got ready and headed to my first class of the day (Spanish Civ). Relatively uneventful.

I returned home for siesta lunch today with a little less bounce in my step and a slightly heavier heart, not knowing what I could be surprised with today. To my relief, however, it seems our madre is back in the swing of things, doing what she does best. "After all, everyone has their bad days, right?" I thought to myself as she poured me a bowl of creamy potato and ham soup sprinkled with homemade croutons on top. This was accompanied by fried pork with roasted red peppers (I've really come to love these things), fruit and bread. Ahh much better. I guess I can forgive her for serving me brain yesterday. 

I just finished my last class (Intro. to Spanish Lit.) and now I'm waiting for Allison while she is in hers. 

I'll leave you with an interesting Spanish anecdote I learned today. As we were eating our fruit to finish up lunch, I must have gotten pretty excited about something because I dropped my apple core on the ground. Seeing this, my madre asked me, "Como se llama tu novio?" (what's your boyfriend's name?) Although I wanted to ask what dropping my apple had to do with my boyfriend, I replied, "Alejandro" (Spanish equivalent of Alexander). But by the way she reacted, obviously this was NOT the right answer! Wait, how would SHE know what my boyfriend's name is? Last time I checked, it WAS Alex. Thank goodness she explained. Apparently, when someone drops something on the ground (in my case a "manzana"), another person asks "como se llama tu novio?" and you're supposed to answer with a name of the same first letter as the item you dropped. I should have said Mario or Manuel or something. Stupid game, if you ask me.