Said goodbye to the girls.
i leave early in the morning so we said goodbye tonight. i know noe will throw a fit tomorrow when she doesn’t get her chocolate pancakes but hopefully i’ll be able to skype them by saturday and really with this day and age, distance is a trifle thing.
it’s going to be strange when i get home and the girls aren’t crowding my siesta as they watch movies in english on my bed. and i wont be able to be there when aro needs help on an art project…
it didn’t really cross my mind that i would come to care for them so much. this whole experience has been awesome. i really got lucky with this family. i will miss them like mad.
My mom has arrived!
my mom and sister and god sister have finalay arrived in spain. details to come lol.
I’m seriously about to fight some grade school children about my niña.
These little bastards at her school stole her lock and everything in her locker. She told me she was having problems with them before so I told her parents and they told her to tell the principal or director, whatever the heck they call them over here—anyway, today she tells me that she told the resident authority and all they said was sorry, we didn’t see them take it and they said they didn’t blah blah yadda yadda. So I’m like WTF? Apparently they don’t have cameras in the school and you can pretty much do whatever you want.
Well if that’s so, then some little brats are going to get a surprise after school. It may involve wedgies. I don’t know yet, but it pisses me off that no one is doing anything!
I get the whole P.C thing isn’t big in Spain but sometimes I really hate the media.
It makes me upset how americans are portrayed in general in the european media but from what the kids see and from what movies they see, views are really being skewed.
We started with a discussion on Thanksgiving. It’s coming up and I want to celebrate it with the family, it would be nice I thought to get a little tradition as well as show them how thankful I am for them.
So my spanish mummy asked me to explain thanksgiving and I thought I did a decent job. Yet what I got from this exchange was a few things:
My host father seems to think all american people (who are not chinese, black, or mexican or cuban) are blonde, tall and have blue eyes.
My host sister really wants to see an indian from america, because “they all wear feathers in their hair, all the time.”
I try to explain these things, and seperate the truth from the fiction but it feels like the more I do, the more “No, it’s true because I saw it on the T.V” argument is used, and it really gets on my nerves sometimes I guess.