so i met my future husband in a vampire movie.

I can safely say I have left the slump. It was a long one, that slump. I can accredit it to homesickness, my attempt to save money which kept me corralled in my room at home much of the time, and my dang attitude. But, with a little over three weeks left in Granada, something clicked and I realized I don't have a whole lot of time left with these people and I need to make the most of it! After all, I don't know when the next time I'll see my friends will be, I won't be living with my host family anymore after this (of which I'm a bit thankful honestly), and I have only good things to look forward to. So that's good! :)

My only complaint about life is my own fault, my lack of control to not eat everything in sight, haha. Dad & I have discussed major exercise-age upon my arrival back in the states, I need it for sure! It's alright though, this host family Spanish life was a good experience even if I did pack on a few pounds. Needless to say, I am SO pumped to put my Y membership to use again, and next semester should be a huge improvement because I won't be eating 17 pounds of potatoes a week. Oh, and speaking of the Y, I am so pumped to get back to work! I need to make some money for sure...

And speaking of money...like I said earlier and in my previous blog, I was trying to budget, which I have been doing a lot better than the first half of the semester, but at the same time, it was getting to the point where I was turning down invitations to go out and do stuff because I didn't want to spend money. And the reality is, I have a lot of money, just no income. And I really want to buy a car when I'm back in Washington for the summer, but I can worry about that then, and for now I'm not going to go hog-wild with spending, but at the same time I'm not going to worry about money. I worked hard to come here, and I did not come to Spain to stay in my room complaining about our lack of internet access. Don't you love when you have revelations like this? After all, it's only money, as Grammy has always told me! Love that woman's advice.

Last week a big group of us went to the long awaited movie LUNA NUEVA (New Moon, second movie in the Twilight "saga") in Spanish of course. It was thoroughly entertaining. It wasn't even necessary that I understand the Spanish dubbing because I have the whole story memorized! Now, I always wonder, why can't they make these movies better quality? But the most important part of the movie was not the plot or the quality of the film or any other shenanigans like that. Ladies, have you seen Jacob Black? Well, google Taylor Lautner, and you'll understand if you don't already. Who would've known he could be so beautiful? If only, if only. Rumors are he's dating Taylor Swift. Ridiculous! Ha. Anyways, so last week with Celda 211, 2012, and Luna Nueva, we had a movie kinda week, which was great because I love going to the movies, in Spanish or English. It's how I've been raised! :)

At the moment I am writing this, I am procrastinating instead of studying for my test that's on Thursday. A test on Thanksgiving! Absurd! But then Friday morning our whole program is going to Paris and it's going to be a blast. I've already been to Paris, so my main goal isn't to go to all the touristy places (besides the Eiffel Tower because we failed to reach the top the last time we were in Paris) but to search for more obscure things in Paris--Dad sent me a guide book and I'm going to use that! Everyone else is probably taking a trip to Versailles and I don't want to pay for it because I've already been there! But overall I'm just pumped for Paris with all of my friends in the program. Oh! and we're going to Disneyland Paris on Sunday! What more could I ask for?

OK, but seriously, I need to go study. So, look forward to stories from Paris!
Love, MacKenzie

my tummy's turning and I'm feeling kinda homesick...

First I must explain that the title of this blog is definitely a quote from my new anthem, Miley Cyrus' "Party in the USA." I don't give a crap that Miley is a little ho, I love that song, and I listen and dance to it whenever possible. Also, that little lyric kind of applies to how I'm feeling at the moment...

Things are crazy here in the life of MacKenzie. You see, I have recently made the formal decision to not live with my host family next semester, and to live in an apartment with Spaniards. Now, this choice basically requires that I arrive in Spain in early February (classes start on the 9th) not knowing where I'm going to live. I'll have a hostel booked and after my week in Switzerland with Heinx and Brigitte, I will be stuck in Granada frantically searching for a room to live in. This, to me, is both exciting and terrifying. It is crazy to me that my first experience with bills, rent, and completely random roommates will be in Spain. But I also think that it will be better to do this in my second semester, because right now I'm completely comfortable in my homestay and oftentimes bored. Which is why I made this decision. My family is kind of alarmed, because of safety, (Mom couldn't help mentioning Amanda Knox from UW who has been in Italian jail for nearly three years because of allegedly murdering her British roommate, in their apartment in Italy), with which I explained that is an exception, a freak thing and I can't live my life being scared of things like that. At the same time I think they know I am sensible and wouldn't be involved with the wrong people, so they're all being supportive and I think this is going to work out. But my emotions have definitely been frazzled lately, I am anxious to get back to Washington for a bit. Also, I'm having the general college student crisis of, "I have no clue what I want to do with my life." I thought that coming to Spain would solidify all of the questions that I've had my entire life surrounding this question, but ironically, this experience has instead opened my eyes to so many other options and lifestyles and paths that I could take. I don't know.

Anyways....this past week I have been trying to commit to spending less money...such a daunting task. Paris is coming up Thanksgiving weekend, and I want to be able to spend more money there (our only two paid things are a bus tour and the Louvre, what a freaking rip off API! take me to the Eiffel Tower!). So naturally I've been doing less. I'm starting to get frustrated with the fact that my house doesn't have internet (because when you don't want to spend money the alternative in Granada is pretty much staying in your house and not doing anything, unfortunately). I discovered that we get internet in the lobby of my apartment building, so sometimes I sit down there with my sweats and jacket (it's usually pretty cold) and stream episodes from this season of Grey's onto my computer using Megavideo. PS, Grey's is amazing this season, they're over their slump of the past two seasons I've decided. Yesterday I watched Coyote Ugly and Princess Diaries on my iPod, and I've been reading like crazy. Right now I'm reading Dreams from My Father by Barack, and it is so good! I recommend that everyone read it. It seriously has nothing to do with him as president, so all you bitter Repulicans that like to read should still read it, it is a great book. I know it probably sounds like I'm being kind of a homebody, which is probably true. But isn't it also true that sometimes you just need a break? I mean, at home, I am never going going going all the time (well, I guess I am, but at least the things I do are either free most of the time or I EARN money from doing them), and here sometimes the culture becomes overwhelming and I just have to take a step back.

Sorry, this isn't the most exciting blog, but things have been pretty low key lately. We went to a movie with API last week called Celda 211 (a Spanish movie), and it was really good but extremely violent and graphic, go figure. And then Allison, Courtney, and I saw 2012 on Friday (in Spanish of course) and were thoroughly entertained. One area where I'm noticing extreme improvement is my listening in Spanish, I can understand these movies so well! (Probs because they're not in Granada's Andalusian accent, but still).  And the thing I'm looking forward to this week....LUNA NUEVA!!! (New Moon, Twilight #2, aka where I get to see Jacob Black lookin' fine). Again, it'll be in Spanish but hey, the Twilight movies are so silly I'll probably get more out of it by seeing it in Spanish anyways.

Christmas is coming! Granada is beautiful with all of it's Christmas decorations, hanging in all of the main streets are lights in the shapes of poinsettas, angels, bells,  and I cannot wait for when they are all lit up at night! Sadly, I have discovered that the only Christmas music on my computer is Celine Dion Christmas, which of course is my favorite Christmas album, but that is going to have to be sufficient until 5 days before Christmas when I come home! Crazy! I've also done some Christmas shopping and as always, am so excited to give my gifts to people (especially since they're from Spain!)

I'm going to finish up with a somewhat funny story that happened on Saturday. Allison, Cory, Shannon and I were walking around Granada yesterday evening, doing some Christmas shopping and people watching. We were wandering around the shops near the cathedral that have a lot of cheaper authentic Spanish gifts, and also touristy type gifts. There was one store that had a pond in the ground, a little pool type thing, with three or four fish swimming around it. Now, understand, this pool was in the middle of the floor, with a ledge that lifted 6-8 inches above the ground. I had seen the pool, but somehow, in the midst of my deep conversation with Allison about Christmas gifts or something, I stumbled over this ledge, and my right foot plunged right into the pool! I just covered my face in embarrassment, laughing, as Allison, Shannon & Cory are all cracking up, and the storekeeper says, "ah, ha bañando" (ah, she has taken a bath), and people are seriously walking by the store looking and pointing and laughing! I couldn't move until Allison assured me that I had not stomped on and killed a fish, and after that I had a wet foot for the rest of the day. It was so embarrassing! Ahhh! The silly American girl that stepped right into the pond! Haha.

Alright, I'm done, hope I didn't bore you to death. Miss you all back in the US, I'm not gonna lie, I can't wait to come home. Love, MacKenzie

love makes the world go round.......

When I came to Spain in August, Floe, the angel that she is, sent me off with four letters. One, to open at Sea-Tac as I was waiting, terrified, to board my flight. A second, to read during my journey, preferably somewhere over Greenland, as she said. Third, a letter to read after my first full day in Spain. And finally, letter number four, with which she specifically directed, “This is a letter that is for a rainy day, wait for a day when you're feeling down or homesick or lonely. It needs to be at least a week after you get there, and a day when not even biscotti will cheer you up. Understand? Good.”

I haven't read her letter yet, which I think is unbelievable. It is Sunday, November 8, 2009. I left my house in Arlington on Tuesday, August 25, 2009. This is the longest I have gone in my life without seeing my family, my friends from home or Western. And I haven't read her letter. One day, in September, about a month after I arrived here, I had a breakdown. I cried. I was homesick and sad, but I sucked it up and Cory and I ate some good chocolate, and I saved the letter. I figured, it could be worse, I want to read the letter for when I truly need it. And now I have a hard time believing that I will need it. You have ups and downs in life, no matter if you're comfortable at home or thousands of miles away from everything you know. I don't really know where I'm going with this. All I know is, Floe's first three letters guided me out of my fear and anxiety at the beginning of this journey, but as of yet, I have not needed the final letter, and I really don't think I will need it, even when I am a little “homesick.” 

Yesterday, I noted, was 6 weeks until I fly home, which is not very long, is it? A part of me absolutely cannot wait. It is so strange living in a new culture that you both love and don't understand sometimes, where there are benefits and flaws and you don't want to compare it to home, but in the back of your mind you kind of always do. I miss a lot of things about home. Concrete things, abstract things, random little idiosyncrasies about home. I miss my family, more than anything. I miss my dog, Max. My friends. Driving. Going to Boulevard Park with friends and watching the sunset. Watching my brother sing at the high school. Arlington sports. My Y kids. Working at the info desk. My friends visiting me at work in between classes. Coaching basketball. Playing @ the rec center. Washington weather (crazy, I know). Movie nights with the girls. Chicken fajitas. Chicken teriyaki. Food in general. Blake and Barrett, the kids I've babysat for two years. Meeting family for dinner at Olive Garden halfway in Mt. Vernon in the middle of the week, just because. Weekly dinners with Heidi, Patty, & Weston. Working out with Shayna in the summertime, her kicking my ass every step of the way! WWU Intramurals. Texting. Grey's Anatomy. People watching and cracking up with my brother. My life. 

 But at the same time, since I've been here, my life has expanded so much. This new one is entirely different, and in some ways here I'm an entirely different person. And what's amazing is that I have both lives, two completely separate parts of myself that entirely make up ME. And since I'll be returning to Spain for second semester, the only thing I'm really dreading leaving in December is the people here that I've grown to love so much. It's crazy, because you never imagine just how close you can get to people, and in two and a half months, I have come across some of the best friends I've had in my entire life. Mi hermana, Courtney. Eric. Shannon. Cory. Halee. Kaitlin. Douggy. Lexi. Ben. Alicia. Tyler. Megan. Michelle. Tony. Sam. Dana. Liz. Kelly. My early starters, I love them. Each and every single one, for who they are and for how we all balance each other out even though we're so completely different. Obviously there are many others, but I am most strongly connected to these people because we've been through it all together, we were here from the very start, thrown into the heat of Madrid in the middle of the summer wondering, “what the hell are we doing here?” I am so thankful that I have these people in my life, friends all over the country that have made this experience unforgettable so far and that I cannot even begin to describe the effect they've made on my life since I've been here. So now it's up to all of us to keep those ties connected in the future. I will be connected by heartstrings to all of these people, all throughout the US, but it is my job in the next 6 weeks to make so many more memories, and to enjoy these amazing people as much as I fully can before they all have to leave. And now, I'm literally crying as I write this. Why do I do this to myself? Haha. But it's ok, gotta get it out right? 

I'm not sure why I'm exactly going to post this in my blog, because I'm not usually this open about how I feel with so many people. But maybe I want to share a more personal aspect of how I'm feeling here, and maybe I want people who read this, at home or in Spain, to know how much they mean to me. And although I say that, and despite the fact that I love to write, and that I think I'm fairly good at it, ;) just know that no matter what I say, words are never sufficient for the love I have in my heart for all of you. 

I guess I'll wrap this up by sharing something Floe shared with me in that third letter she gave me. Gotta love that girl and her quotes, she always finds good supplementary words! :) 

“You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles behind you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.” 

Frederick Buechner

And with that, I need to go dry my tears and go for a run with mi amigo Cory. 

Love, MacKenzie 

so here's the story. it may take awhile.

Well, here I am, a week later (or a little more I suppose), and I survived my trip with Eric to Vienna & Budapest. Barely. :) First, I must point out that Eric and I succeeded in spending six days together, basically not ever separating, and we did not kill each other. And honestly, speaking for myself at least, I never really even got annoyed with him, and I enjoyed myself tremendously. He's a great guy and a good travel companion. I've heard stories from a few different guy/girl travel buddies that did not go so well, but as far as I'm concerned we had a great time and I loved spending time with him. Well, aside from the night that I laid in bed for a half hour listening to him snoring. At that moment, I kind of wanted to kick him in the face, considering it was 4 am. And I don't know if Eric feels the same way, but as he is one of the most blunt people I've ever met, (more on this to come) I'm pretty sure he would have let me know if I was bugging him. Now that's friendship! Ha. Also, I'm slightly nervous because apparently Eric has been announcing to everyone who asks about our trip that I'll be writing a blog about it (including his madre), so pressure's on, hope I make this one good!

We left Granada at 5 am Thursday morning, tired but pretty excited. We flew to Vienna through Madrid, and when we arrived in Vienna we were disappointed to observe that it was pouring down rain. Especially since I'm always the prepared Washington State girl with my dang North Face rain coat, which I had failed to bring. Stupidly, in my opinion, there is no metro actually at the Sudbahnhof, the train station we were dropped off at after the airport. So we embarked on a very wet search for the U-Bahn, which would take us to our hostel. At that point, we were all excited about the cold, comparing it to Granada, comparing it to home in Arlington and Gloucester where this weather really isn't that bad. Marveling over the fact that a week before we'd been sitting by the pool at the Seville hotel in 85/90 degree weather and now we were in Austria! In the rain and cold! Exciting, or so we thought. 

 We stayed in Meinenger (sp?) Hostel, a hostel chain where Eric had stayed in Germany over the summer. Right next to our hostel was a peep show place, and throughout our stay in Vienna, Eric continually assured me that he would be going to the peep show after I went to bed, that instead of going out we should just both go to the peep show, etc. Hysterical. ;) When we finally got to our hostel I wasn't expecting what we found, because I figured all hostels would be like Graffiti Hostel in Barcelona (which none of you really know about unless I've told you because I suck and haven't written about my Barcelona trip, but anyway). I was honestly really surprised when we walked into our room, and there was a blanket on the beds! Who would've thought? Eric assured me that all of the hostels he had stayed in were pretty much fully equipped, and that my sketch experience in Barcelona was certainly not the norm. Thank goodness! It was only around one in the afternoon when we arrived at our hostel, but we'd been awake for eight or nine hours, it was dark and dreary outside, and the beds with blankets were so inviting. So, like the good Spaniards we are, we siesta'd for like 3 hours. Que bueno. 

 When we woke up the number one goal was food, and after some unsuccessful searching we ended up going to Burger King. Guilty, I know. But it was delicious! We walked around in the drizzle for an hour or so and were kind of  soaking up the general difference between Spain and this new world that seemed so modern and more similar to home but where we couldn't understand people or communicate  at all if they couldn't speak English. Kind of made us appreciate our limited Spanish that we are able to use in Spain, even if we aren't fluent or anything. Back at the hostel, we were going to go out when we met our new hostel roommate, a guy named Michael from Germany. At first it was very clear that Michael assumed Eric and I were dating, as he continually referred to romantic places we could go to in Vienna. “Oh, you should take a walk along the river at night, it's very romantic you know. You should ride the ferris wheel, also very romantic!” When he asked how we're going to deal with me being in Spain next semester and Eric being back in the US, we figured out that he definitely thought we were together....so we cleared that up, haha. After chatting with him Eric thought we should ask him to join us for the evening, and as I'm always somewhat awkward in new social situations, I kind of shrunk back and let Eric decide. So Michael ended up coming out with us and the evening was chill but turned out really fun!

Talking with people from other cultures and countries is always so interesting. Because the things you think are completely normal, they have never even imagined, and likewise for your thoughts on their customs. Michael was somewhat fascinated with the term red-eye [flight] that we taught him, but even more so he enjoyed our discussion on the word “fuck.” (I know, this comes up a lot in my blogs apparently, I don't know why.) Eric was explaining to him that it can be used to describe something, or to take the place of “really,” or obviously it can be used as an insult or as a verb. Michael focused on using it as “really,” and asked us, “So, would it be right to say to a girl at the end of a date, I had a fucking good night with you”? Or, to a stewardess at the end of a “red-eye” flight, “Thanks, I had a fucking good flight!” Eric and I were trying to explain to him that you should probably reserve this sort of language for close friends, maybe family that you're very open with, but that those aren't exactly the most appropriate places to use that word...It was really funny though, we couldn't stop laughing about it. He asked me if I'd been a cheerleader in high school and if Eric had been a football player like in the American movies, and had he not been a foreigner with a very skewed version of females in American athletics, I may have punched him in the face. But instead, I smiled and calmly explained to him that I played both volleyball and basketball in high school. He was really surprised that I played competitive sports. Girls don't play sports in other countries! I mean, I know that is a total generalization and obviously there are girls that like sports but there aren't really competitive leagues, or an emphasis at all on female sports. Girls, those of us that play sports in the US and think we're not respected/under appreciated, talk to someone from another country and think again. Michael was adamant that we visit him in Germany and go skiing/snowboarding, which would be fun but I doubt we'd be able to swing it. He asked about Obama's popularity in the states, and despite whatever opinions we have (I don't even know what's going on in politics or my opinions about it), Eric gave a very diplomatic response because neither of us really wanted to talk about politics, especially to a foreigner we just met. Overall it was just very entertaining talking with him and comparing weird little quirks about our respective cultures. 

The next day Michael had disappeared before we woke up but left us his card, so Eric is going to email him and hopefully he'll set up a facebook so we can keep in touch and maybe meet up someday in the future. We spent Friday walking around in the crisp fall air, I was in love with the leaves and grass and all of these traditionally seasonal things that are absent in Granada. Note that I still say “crisp” at this point. We went to the Natural History Museum, which was fun but I wasn't as wild about it as the one at the Smithsonian in DC. At first it was sunny, but eventually turned overcast, and a little chilly. We walked for a few hours along the Danube river, as Michael had suggested as one of the romantic activities. ;) Overall it was just relaxing and though we weren't doing a ton of touristy museums or sights, we were just hanging out in Vienna! As we were walking around, we were approached by a very aggressive woman (ha, not physically aggressive, but she wanted to sell her stuff!) who was insistent  that we attend the opera, and actually said to us, “You mean that you came to Vienna, the classical music capital of the world, and you're not going to see an opera? Shame on you!” So we walked away, feeling shameful, and when Eric turned to me a while later and was like, “Hey, wanna go to the opera?” I have to admit I was a little surprised. But I agreed that it would be a cool experience. We went back and found the lady, and after we dished out the cash for our seats, I have to admit I was pretty excited. After all, we were going to the opera/ballet, in Vienna, Austria! How classy is that? So we got all dressed up, went out for a few drinks beforehand at a cute little bar close to the theater, that was attached to an ice skating rink. This made me really want to go ice skating, and we planned to go after the opera, but alas, it was closed when we were done. Nowhere in the world is like Spain where 10 is early. Oh, but the opera. It was good. I must say I liked the opera singing more than I expected, but I definitely preferred just listening to the classical music without the singing, and watching the instrumentalists. And the ballet dancers were so good too! Earlier in the night Eric had confessed to me that he thinks it would be kind of cool to be a gymnast or a figure skater (hope I wasn't supposed to keep that a secret) but during the ballet, he leans over to me and says, “Now, if I start talking about wanting to do ballet, that's when you should start to worry...” I don't know Eric...figure skating? :) We got free champagne at intermission (score!) and afterwards, we felt so cultured. We went to the opera in Vienna. After all, how many people can say they've done that? We went out afterwards, and at our first bar we people watched. Rather entertaining. We spotted two girls who were clearly out to get some that evening, hicky girl and blondie with the headband. Both were making out with strangers at one point, and Eric claims he saw one of the guys sucking on blondie's hip. Yes, sucking, on her hip. Strange? Very. Then they proceeded to climb onto the window ledge right behind Eric and I and awkwardly dance as their previous pursuers looked on with skepticism. During their drunken dance their make out partners ditched, and after they'd concluded they found two new guys to pursue. I love people watching. We went to another bar that had cheap cocktails, but of course I never like anything I order with alcohol in it, so Eric drank basically all of my drinks. I learned about the crazy world of Eric's summer job, which is just a completely mesmerizing subject to me (he's a waiter at a nice restaurant in Mass), and we just spent the rest of the night chatting chatting chatting. When we went to go home the metro had closed so we had to take a taxi back. Pretty sure we got ripped off, but, of course, that is the curse of being tourists and having no other option but to submit ourselves to the mercy of the cab driver....

Saturday we visited the Palace in Vienna, which I thought was neat, despite the fact that basically all the palaces I've been to have essentially been the same, lots of elaborate rooms that you really don't understand why these people deserved this ridiculousness. We agreed the palace wasn't as fancy as the one in Madrid or Versailles, but still over the top of course. But I enjoyed learning about Queen...Elizabeth...of Austria, there was an exhibit about her. (PS, Eric, I'm apologizing now for any historical things I butcher in this blog, I am not good at retaining that sort of information!) Really, what I recall most about the palace is walking through an exhibit of dishes for probably 45 minutes. Yes, dishes, thousands of them. There were dishes for breakfast/lunch/dinner, gold dishes, silver dishes, thousands of candlesticks, dishes for traveling, etc. They were serious about their dishes man. After the palace we ate delicious sausage things for lunch and walked around Vienna some more, not really finding any concrete museums or sights to visit. We discovered that the entire time we'd been here we were pretty disoriented in the direction of our hostel, the city center, everything in general. We went to this Museum of Torture, which sounded cool at first but nothing was in English and we had to read this translation book to know what everything was, plus it was kind of cheesy and to be honest I thought it was dumb. By that time, we headed back to the hostel to get ready to leave for Budapest. Eric had to work on some homework for his translation class, so I just chilled until it was time to leave. 

On the train, we faced a bit of a...problem, you see. Once we crossed the Austrian/Hungarian border, the Hungarian conductor took one look at our train ticket (printed online, and checked by the Austrian conductor with no problems) and just said, “No...eet is problem. Eet is problem.” Eric and I just looked at each other, myself probably appearing a little less panicked than I felt. We attempted to ask what the problem was, but to no avail, as she continued to say, “eet is problem, eet is problem, eet is problem,” and shake her head. My mind was full of fears that we were going to be dumped off the train in some random Hungarian town where we have absolutely no idea how to speak the language, in the freezing cold, just 19 & 21 year old American college students lost in Hungary! It's like the setup of a good horror movie plot! But, apparently, it must not have been that big of a problem, because miss conductor didn't kick us off the train, and to our relief we eventually made it into the city of Budapest. Our roommates were from Mexico, so we practiced our Spanish a bit with them and had some drinks. Our hostel had a sign warning boys that gorgeous women in Budapest will approach you in the streets inviting you to a bar or club for a drink, and when you leave you have a bill with a few too many extra zeroes. Crazy! That stuff actually happens! It warned not to talk to these women, because after all, since when do hot women just walk up to you and ask for a drink? Haha. I was teasing Eric about this, and he told me I better protect him if one of them comes up to him. I assured him that he already has his pretty girl with him so he need not go gallavanting off with some Hungarian ho. :) It was our plan to go out for Halloween, but my discoteca mood diminished as the night progressed, so we didn't end up going to a club but grabbed some late night shwarma (doesn't come close to as good as the ones in Granada, by the way), and headed to bed. 

Within an hour of walking around Budapest, I had fallen in love with the city, and both of us were more enamored with it than with Vienna. We visited St. Stephen's Basilica, and went up inside the Basilica to see a view of the city. The church was really unique and unlike the other churches we've visited, which is interesting because sometimes I feel like if you've seen one church in Europe you've seen them all. It was weird because the church seemed so old but it was only completed in the early 1900's. We walked across to Buda (our hostel was in Pest, they're actually 2 cities if you didn't know), and explored the area surrounding Buda castle. We really wanted to tour the castle, but we searched and searched and I am convinced that touring it isn't an option, or else the entrance is extremely hidden. We walked around Fisherman's Bastion too (which we think is strange because why would a fish market be up on a giant hill so far away from the water?), basically the Castle is up on a hill with hotels, stores, restaurants, and other monuments surrounding it. We spent a few hours up there, and had traditional Hungarian goulash (like a beef stew) for lunch with some DELICIOUS hot chocolate, followed by strudel, which I'd never had and it was really delicious, which is saying a lot because I don't really like most desserts. It was the best meal for such a cold day. After that, we took the metro to another part of the city to visit Hero's Square and take a walk down Andrasy street/avenue (not sure). They're tourist monuments, and unfortunately I don't know exactly what they signify, but hey, do I ever? After that it was already getting dark and we were pretty tired, so we went back to the hostel. I tried to sleep, and struggled, but Eric, as usual, did not, and slept for like 2 hours. I had to wake him up so he could finish his homework, and by the time he was done with that, we had a hell of a time finding dinner. It appears that the rest of the world is definitely not on Spanish time, so going out searching for dinner at 9:30 was a difficult task, and we ended up getting Chinese takeout and eating at the hostel. Once again, we had a grand plan of going out, but the later it got and the more drinks we had, the less we wanted to step out into the cold only to search for places we didn't know the location of! So we ended up just chatting with random people in the hostel. While we were eating and chatting, I went and made myself a drink, and noticed that there appeared to be significantly less rum that probably should have been there, because we really hadn't drank much. I mentioned it to Eric, and he didn't seem too happy. We kept talking to these guys from Ireland and Austria, and as the night wound down everyone went to bed except for ourselves and two others that were sitting away from us and talking to each other. Eric went in to make himself a drink, and when he came back, he says to the guys at the table, “So...I don't know who's stealing my rum, but whoever it is, that's pretty lame..” Mortified, my jaw dropped and my eyes became huge in disbelief, as I am not a fan of confrontation in the least, and this was just too much for me! But as Eric assured me, we didn't do anything wrong, he was just mad because someone had been stealing our alcohol, and he was just assertive enough to say something. It was really awkward though, the guys got up and left, and I was just so embarrassed! ;) But that's what I said about Eric being blunt! And honestly, I wish I had the balls to do something like that. Neeeever gonna happen. Haha. 

 The next morning we got off to a later start than usual, didn't leave the hostel until noon. We mistakenly didn't get food right away, and didn't end up eating until about 3. Our goal was to hike to the Liberty Statue, which you can basically see from all over Budapest, as it's very high on a hill on the Pest side. While we were walking up the huge hill I discovered that I am very out of shape! Ha, actually I didn't need to hike up there to know that. One time we stopped to rest and this old grandpa comes walking by, slow and steady, beating us the whole way. That made us feel good about ourselves. ;) We thought that we could see the whole city from the Basilica; we were wrong. You really could see EVERYTHING from the point up at the statue, it was so cool! Eric went a little crazy with my camera, taking like 20 pictures of everything he could see. He climbed up on this ledge to get better pictures, which terrified me, so I yelled at him, but he ignored me and continued to walk around the ledge, risking his precious life just to get some pictures for a potential future history research project. Go figure. :) We visited a bunker from WWII (I think, again, Eric please don't kill me if I don't accurately remember these details). It was so cool, we got to go down in the bunker and a bunch of the rooms had wax figures labeling what each room was actually used for, and all the rooms had pictures and stories and facts about Hungary's involvement in the war. I am not usually into history but it really was so interesting. I like learning in situations like that where you're actually in the location of the historical events so you can personalize it more. Obviously though I was continually confused and had to ask Eric to clarify random things that I didn't know about WWII. After that Eric was basically on a history high (he's majoring in it at UMass) and we concluded that we were soooo happy we had come to these two cities, especially Budapest. 

We were kind of on a tight schedule, as we'd planned to go on a Communist Tour at 3:30 that afternoon throughout the city. I was particularly interested because, again, I never retained anything in high school about the history of anything, plus I know I hadn't learned anything, ever, about Hungary or communism there. Plus, even though I took Political Science 101 freshman year, I really didn't understand communism still. Anyways, we booked it down the hill from the Liberty Statue (which took considerably less time than climbing up), walked across the Elizabeth Bridge (didn't know it was the Elizabeth Bridge until I looked it up-Budapest is famous for it's eight bridges that connect Buda & Pest across the Danube). On the bridge there were tons of country flags, so we tried to guess what all of them were, and discovered that we can recognize way less flags than we thought we could! (Especially me). We realized we had limited time to grab food and make it to the tour, and so after yet another hopeless search for takeout-ish food that isn't American, we found none, and resorted to Subway. Which normally I would love but this Subway was a little stingy with their veggie giving, so I was unimpressed. 

We made it to the tour in time, and met the guide  and our fellow...tour people. I don't remember the guide's name but know he was born and raised in Budapest, and that he thinks it's very important that a native Hungarian leads the communist tour, because they have personally experienced it and can tell the whole truth, and contribute stories from their own lives. I wasn't entirely thrilled about walking around for two and a half hours because it was freeeeeezing. The tour was mostly talking, learning about the ways of life and the benefits of their communist lifestyle, and the struggle Hungary is having in post-communism. It was really interesting because he made it clear that he wasn't nostalgic about the communist period, but there are definitely aspects of life that were much better during that period. We saw some buildings that hadn't been renovated since the communist era, and you could see how much Budapest has changed to become more of a tourist attraction and attract visitors. The city is unbelievably beautiful, but our guide explained to us that it wasn't always that way. In the tour, I liked hearing most about his childhood, memories, the life he remembers living under communist rule. The last portion of the tour was in an old communist apartment building that has since been renovated into a bar, and I was happy to be warm, but that is the point in the tour where I lost all interest. First of all, he talked an hour longer than was scheduled, and once he started on economics my brain immediately checked out. So much for learning about communism thoroughly. I just think it's so boring! Ahh. When he was finally done, we walked out and Eric was like, “Well, that was thorough.” Ha, so at least I wasn't alone in my antsy-ness and slight boredom at the end. 

 When we first arrived in Budapest we observed so many nice restaurants, and our little guide book the hostel gave us told us that Hungarian food is delicious and famous for it's spicy-ness! After being in Spain, the land of bland food where nothing has even a kick of spice (granted, the food is good, but I miss flavor!), we decided to make Monday, our last night, the big dinner night, and go out to a nice Hungarian dinner. So again, like opera night, we got a little dressed up and went to Arány Bárány, which I think means Gold Lamb or something in Hungarian, which was really close to our hostel. I had veal, which I've never had before (delicious), with baked potato wedges, and white asparagus wrapped in bacon with this delicious sauce. Eric had chicken, lamb, and pork with a sort of crepe looking thing and vegetables. His first bite was so shockingly spicy his eyes were watering! And it was strange because the whole meal wasn't that spicy. But our dinner was so delicious, and it felt nice to treat ourselves to a fancy dinner like that. My only qualm was that the violin player serenaded us a bit too aggressively while we were waiting to get our food. Satisfied and happy, we went on our way. That was by far the best meal I have eaten in over two months. We finished up our trip by walking along the river to take pictures of the night lights, and again I am just so thankful we went on that trip, it is such a beautiful city! I am frustrated with my camera though, it doesn't take very quality nighttime pictures. We struggled to take good pictures, but it was still absolutely gorgeous out and just a really amazing end to our trip. 

 Turns out...the trip wasn't quite over. We woke up at 6 and left the hostel, as our train was leaving at 7:10 back to Vienna. We sat down on the train, and when the conductor came by we showed him our ticket (the same round trip online printed ticket that provoked “eet is problem”), and he, who spoke not a word of English, just looked at the ticket and kept shaking his head an yammering in German. He tried German and Hungarian and we obviously did not understand a word of what he was saying, but we basically understood that he was not going to let us ride this train with this ticket. Horrified, Eric and I were just looking at each other with no clue what to do, when thank the lord, Jesus happened to be sitting next to us. By some far cry stroke of luck, the guy across the aisle is like, “Hey, do you guys need some help?” YYYEEEESSSS!!! So this random American guy who happens to speak perfectly fluent Hungarian asks the conductor what the problem is, and apparently without the “control” ticket that we should have received from the Austrian train conductor, we cannot ride this train to the border, and we have to buy another one. Mind you, we have ten minutes until the train leaves. So the savior stranger comes with us to figure out if we need to buy new tickets, and sure enough, we each have to pay 25 euro for a ticket that we each already paid 16 euro for. So frustrating. Oh, and thank god they took card, because they didn't take euros, and at that point we had no Hungarian money left, so Eric paid with his debit. We got back on the train, could not stop thanking our American friend from Reno whose father made him speak Hungarian at home as a child, and the train pulled away minutes later. These stories, they're so crazy and dramatic and when it turns out alright, like it did,  fun to tell people. I sometimes wonder though, what would've happened if we hadn't made the train? Are stories where the close call actually ended up being a really crappy situation, would that be fun to tell? I don't know We would've missed our flight to Vienna, and who knows how long we would've been in Hungary. Again, I can't say it enough, I don't know why we were blessed with that man sitting by us but we were seriously so thankful!!

We had a bit of a struggle when we reached our stop in Vienna and the dang train door wouldn't open, so the train kept moving with us inside. It was embarrassing and frustrating, but again, thankfully it was a close call and there was a stop after that we were able to take. The remainder of traveling home went smoothly, just a very long, tiring, and boring day. Total we had a three hour train ride, an hour and a half in Vienna, three hour flight to Madrid, three hour layover in Madrid, hour flight to Granada, and then a half hour bus ride home. Finally, at 8:15 I sat down, exhausted, with my hermana and had pimientos con huevos, my favorite dinner that Marí Carmen makes. What a trip. Memorable, certainly. :) 

Hope you enjoyed the stories, I'm sorry it was so long! There were many more and of course I'd love to include everything but I think this is sufficient. As always, love and miss you all back in Atown and Bham and Spokane and everywhere else like crazy. Till next time! -MacKenzie. 

i officially suck at blogging.

I hate blogging. I want to do it every day, or heck maybe once a week, but it's been basically a month! Pathetic. I am writing this epic story about my trip to Barcelona, but I just want to include EVERYTHING. And it is seriously so difficult. Obviously, I cannot include everything. But it was such a great trip with highlights around every corner, that I don't want to lose anything. But alas, it is nearing the end of October and almost an entire month has gone undocumented. I'm leaving for another trip tomorrow, and now that my packing is done I need to get this done, it's my homework. Nothing MAJOR has happened since Barcelona, so I'll try to just give an overview of how I'm doing. 

I LOVE my host family. More and more everyday. I have been making conversation with Marí Carmen and PePe, and they have FINALLY learned my name! One day, I came home from school and was in my room changing, when someone knocked on my door and was like, “MacKenzie, comida...” I nearly fell out of my room in complete shock as I darted into Court's room. “Do...they know my name?” Apparently before I got home from school they had asked Courtney how to say my name, so after nearly 2 months, I finally am referred to as something other than “chica” or “rubia!” Exciting right!? I have fallen in love with baby David, who is becoming less and less of a baby everyday. Last week, I experienced the excitement of his very first steps! We were playing in the living room, and for a few weeks he's been walking with help, but all of a sudden he just walked from the chair to the bathroom door! I turned around, jaw at the floor, to Marí Carmena and PePe, who were just as surprised as I was. Since then, he's been walking everywhere, and talking more all the time! The thing about Spain is everyone is so chill. Sometimes it comes across as lazy and it gets annoying, but in a positive explanation, I just think they're chill with things. For example, I never once saw them try to get David to walk. He just kind of started doing it all in his own time. He's 14 or 15 months now I think, which I guess is pretty old to start walking, but hey, he did it when he was ready, and now he's waddling around everywhere. It's interesting the random things that I think are better than the traditional American ways I'm used to. I've grown up with the feeling of always being in a rush, or always needing to improve, excel, reach the next best thing, the highest level. But the Spaniards, they've taught me to chill. Everything will work out in good time. Whether we're talking about David walking, or me figuring out my life. No pasa nada. :)  

I think my Spanish has been improving tremendously. Again, there are times when I totally freeze and choke on my words and sound like an idiot, but for the most part I can communicate fully with my family, and I have been more and more on a regular basis. And sometimes an entire conversation will occur, or I'll speak so fast that I haven't a clue what I said or how I said it. Which makes me so excited because that means sometimes I'm speaking naturally, like I don't have to think about it first. Yay! I still am frustrated with my lack of effort to make friends with Spaniards, but it is much more difficult and awkward than one would think. Which brings me to my latest struggle. Yesterday we had our meeting for the API students who are staying a full year. The meeting was about academics, plans for Christmas break, and housing options for next semester. Prior to the meeting, I was positive about staying in my homestay. After all, I absolutely love my family and my only qualms with living there are the hot water/shower issues that sometimes occur and the lack of internet. But Carmen, one of our resident directors, kind of is starting to change my mind. She highly recommends to all of us to live in flats/apartments with Spanish students next semester. I have until November 15 to decide. Her thoughts on it are that at this point, we are comfortable, and living in the host family may not be as much of a challenge as it once was. And when I think about it, she's totally right. Studying abroad is about stepping out of your comfort zone, and at this point, I have my comfort zone established, and I'm not meeting lots of Spanish people my age. So, I feel like my decision is mostly made, regretfully, as I will miss my host family very much. But in the next two weeks I'm going to ask around to get opinions and facts about prices, because ultimately it comes down to which option is financially more feasible. I hope it works out though, because I think it would be a good experience to find an apartment, live in Spain with Spanish students, and be scared again. Because at this point, I'm not scared. And one of the things I've learned coming here is that being scared is kind of a good thing. Shows you what you can take. 

Hhhmmm...what else do I have to report? Well, I have been getting fat. Surprise, surprise. I am not totally certain about numbers, but I know I have clothes that fit differently than they did in the US, and my love handles have expanded. Ick. Awesome. However, what could I expect? In the US, I exercised somewhat regularly and never really drank, and here I drink somewhat regularly and never really exercise. So, as you can imagine, it really creates the opposite effect. So...that's been hard. It's frustrating too because I love food, as you all know. If you know me at all you probably know that I inherited the terrible trait from my dear father that I absolutely will eat anything put in front of me if it is edible. So it definitely doesn't help that PePe always tells me, eat more, eat more! No pasa nada! Ahhhh it's awful. So looks like I need to be firm with myself and cut back...Story of my life right? 

 Tomorrow my friend Eric and I are leaving for 6 days to go to Vienna & Budapest! I'm stoked! 3 days in Vienna, then the evening of Halloween we'll take a train to Budapest. Honestly, I don't know what we're going to do when we're there. I don't even know what sorts of touristy stuff there is to do! But we'll find stuff to do I'm sure, we can ask at the hostel and tonight I'm going to look online to get an idea of what we're interested in. I am just so excited to see these cities because I loved Prague so much, and I think I just like the vibe of Eastern European cities in general. 6 days with Eric though! Should be interesting. :) My friends Kelly & Tony traveled together to Morocco for the same amount of time, and were a little sick of each other when they returned, haha. But they also had a very intense travel experience, so hopefully our excursion will go smoother than their whole Africa experience. It's going to be a ton of fun, I can't wait! Except our flight leaves Granada at 7 am so it's going to be an early morning...

Speaking of travel, today I learned that I have spent an un-Godly amount of money since being here. I started to stress out about it because I have no idea how I spent so much money, or what I spent it on. And I've realized that I absolutely cannot continue to spend at this rate, otherwise I will not have money to spend for the whole year. Also, it was my intention to buy a car next summer, and that definitely won't be possible if I continue to spend so much! I hate credit cards though, I am honestly really annoyed that Grammy told me not to bring my debit card. I actually feel really stupid. Everybody  here has debit cards, because with a credit card you're doing a cash advance, and I get charged $15 every time I take out money! So frustrating. Anyways, the verdict is I need to cut back, but unlike with food, where I know I need to lay off the bread and potatoes, I have no clue what to cut back on my spending because I don't feel like I've been spending unreasonable amounts! 

Transition to something positive, yay! I spent 30 euro (oh, stuff like this, this must be where my money goes) for 8 salsa lessons! A bunch of friends and I are taking lessons on Tuesday and Thursday nights at Salsero Mayor, from 10:30-midnight. Our teacher is Latin, not Spanish, and I think he's gay but he's so cute and fun! And we all like his nice butt! His name is Miguel and he's seriously such a good teacher! I've only had 3 or 4 lessons, and I've learned so much already. I can't believe I never went to salsa club at WWU, and when I get back I'm definitely going. I love salsa though, it's really easy once you learn the basic steps and if you have a good leader. It would seriously suck to be a guy because you have to lead, I thank God for being a lady every time I'm at salsa. For once in my life I feel delicate and graceful, and I'm definitely taller than Miguel but it's so fun dancing with him because he's such a good lead. And there aren't really guapos at Salsero Mayor, but after my trip to Vienna/Budapest I am going to start going out more often because everybody that goes to Salsero Mayor knows how to dance! I don't really care if they're old, ugly, whatever. I just like to dance salsa, and I want to get better! I am so excited to come back to the states with something new (besides Spanish of course). 

Well, yesterday Mandy called me and although we only talked for less than 5 minutes it made me so happy! And Dad & Lena called yesterday too, so it was really nice to talk to them. I'm so glad Dad is back in the US with Lena! It's strange that I'm the only family member abroad now! I can't help looking forward to going home to the States for Christmas break, but at the same time I do NOT want to rush it along, because I have less than 2 months left with these amazing people I'm here with, and most of them aren't coming back to Spain next semester! :( I also can't wait for when Mom comes to Spain in the spring to visit, because I can't wait to take her to all the places I frequent the most! Honestly, despite the stress of money, weight, and my plans for housing next semester, LIFE IS GOOD. Really, it is wonderful, and I have to be thankful for every single day that I have here, because it has been an experience like no other, and the stresses I have are nothing more than lessons I have to learn to get through to my next adventure. :) 

Till next time, which will hopefully be NEXT WEEK when I get back from Vienna & Budapest! 

the big kahuna of a blog post!

Well, here we are once again. And once again, I have put off writing so my entry will be astronomically long. This will be the longest one yet! You see, I have to be in the perfect mood to write. I have to be alone, I have to be in the right mood, not be too tired, my creative juices need to be flowing. I don't want to give you an itinerary of what I do, I want to paint a vivid picture  of my life here for you. And even if I don't capture everything, I have at least captured something, and something is usually good enough. But I can only do this when I'm in the mood, which is why my entries keep getting longer and longer. Please, enjoy, but only read if you so desire! Don't be bored with my rambling!

 I want to start out with a cool fun fact that I learned upon my first hour in Spain that I have completely forgotten to relate until now. When I first met Eli, one of our API Resident Directors, she greeted me with a kiss on each cheek as is common with most Spaniards. She asked my name to clarify which students she was picking up and when she heard, “MacKenzie Tanguay,” her face lit up as she giddily exclaimed, “aaahhhhh so you're MacKenzie Tanguay!!” I wasn't sure about the overly excited response until she explained to me that immediately upon seeing my name on the roster, her and Pablo (our other resident director, who I will explain a bit more about later) were so excited because my apellido (surname, last name, etc) has a totally awesome meaning in Spanish. She explained to me that “tan” means “so,” which I knew, and “guay” means “cool,” which I also knew but was under the impression that that word isn't used in Spanish really. However, in Spain, it must be, because Eli then christened me “MacKenzie So Cool.” So there you go, Tanguays, our last name means So Cool in Spanish! I mean naturally, right? Tan guay! =)

 I feel that I hit a little of the homesickness bug in the past week. This came on with the recent move in of all my Bellingham friends and the start up of WWU today, skyping with my Mom on Saturday, and just generally becoming aware that I have been here for 4 weeks (today!) and I still have a long time to go. However, all is well! What would an experience abroad be without a bit of homesickness, right? I have just been staying busy, doing homework (which there honestly isn't much of), writing, being with my friends, and chatting with my host family whenever I feel down. But things have been consistently busy (but at the same time not, it's interesting how this Spanish lifestyle is) so I have much to write about!

Last Wednesday we had our API excursion to the Alhambra, Granada's, and maybe even Spain's, most famous landmark. La Alhambra is an old Moorish palace no more than a 40 minute walk from my house (I can see it from my bedroom window if I lean out far enough!). I would love to tell more about the history, but although I participated in a guided tour with the rest of my program, it was in half Spanish and English, and I was much more interested in capturing it's beauty with my camera than in listening to it's history. Plus, I have my Spain guidebook, and I can always look in there if I really care that much about it. Basically, this building, or series of buildings, and the gardens surrounding it, are the most unique and among the most beautiful pieces of architecture I've ever seen. It was here that I really came to appreciate my Nikon, which I am so thankful I bought last summer. It really does capture images so much better than a typical digital. I could've been there for hours, I could've taken thousands more pictures of the exact same things just to find a more beautiful shot. And here, as I wandered through this ancient palace taking shot after shot, angle after angle, pondering about the history and the life that once inhabited the Alhambra years ago, is where I began to discover that maybe, just maybe, I don't know exactly what I want to do with my life. Up until I arrived here, I felt that everything had to be so structured, both because of my organized nature and because of the money sucking university world we live in that forces us to choose the career path we think we want at such a young age. I once thought I would just automatically be a teacher because it's typical and because I get summers off and because it's the best family oriented profession. But maybe, just maybe, what I want to do with my life is walk around places like the Alhambra and capture those images and then turn around and write about them. Maybe. Here in Spain my priorities have changed so much, I don't have a plan for anything but what I'm doing tonight and maybe some random specifics in the next month. But as for years? Who knows? I want to maybe join the Peace Corps, the FBI? Travel, speak Spanish, learn, research, write, LIVE the life that I have been so graciously granted. See what Spain is doing to me? 

Well, that was certainly a tangent. Back to the Alhambra experience. At the conclusion of our tour, (which I loved because I got to spend time with the people in my program, most of whom I don't get to see on a daily basis. This is both a good and bad thing, because I don't want to be milling about with 20  Americans all the time, but at the same time they are great and I love seeing all of them!) it began to rain. And when I say rain, think Bellingham during February. Think Seattle. Think Arlington. Combined. And it was strange, because when we had finished our tour we sort of relaxed for about 20 minutes and watched the ominous rain clouds coming towards us, as if we couldn't recall that we had a 40 minute walk ahead of us. So finally we trekked home, and the good Western Washington citizen that I am, I of course had my black North Face rain jacket in my backpack, because someone had told me it might rain that day. So while everyone else got soaked to the skin in the tank tops and jeans, I was dry, except for my jeans, those were soaked just like everyone else's. And some people were complaining (granted, they didn't have a rain jacket) but I was just thinking, come on! It's rain, you won't melt! I was almost laughing at the absurdity of it, of the previous beauty and sunshine of the day that was so rudely interrupted by a torrential downpour. It was a beautiful taste of the Northwest, if you ask me. We finally made it home, and I was soaked but oh, so happy. 

Transition: School is interesting here. Let me just tell you a little about a typical day in the life of MacKenzie. My alarm goes off Monday-Friday at 7:55 am (though I just switched it to 8 as I'm getting my routine down quicker). I usually curse the world for waking me, especially if we disco-ed it up the night before and I didn't get to bed till 4. I lumber out of bed, brush my teeth, wash my face, put my contacts in, attempt to do something constructive with my hair which is usually unsuccessful because straightening it takes too long and we can't take showers in the morning. I get dressed, make my bed (surprising I know!), eat my breakfast (2 slices of bread and margarine, and a small lemon muffin that I have eaten so often that I am immune to the lemon taste so it's ok) and leave my house at 8:30. Class is supposed to start at nine, but usually begins around 9:05 or 9:10, because hey, it's España! You just gotta roll with it. I am in the Intermediate B level, and I will move up to the Advanced A level in about a week and a half (next Friday). I have two teachers, Ana and Emelia. Ana is first, and I don't like her as much as Emelia. Professors here are much more animated than the majority of college professors in the states, its almost like they're acting because they're personalities are so vibrant and exaggerated. Ana has the most revealing facial expressions; when she is excited about something, you know, and you also know when she thinks you're an idiot. Every Monday she asks us what we did that weekend, and every day she asks us what we did last night. The majority of our class with Ana is talking, and we reviewed all the past tense verbs with her, watched a movie, did some brief cultural lessons, and we're now beginning to work on conditional verbs. We have a break from 10:50 or 11 to about 11:20, and then class with Amelia commences. Amelia is my favorite Spaniard, and one of my favorite people, in the world. She weighs no more than 80 pounds, dresses to the nines every day, has a short pixie gray haircut and is one of the most hysterical people I have ever met. Her favorite thing to say is “BIENNNNNNNNNN” and she says it to everyone, all the time, practically yells it and will drag it out for 10 seconds sometimes. She is much more encouraging than Ana, and seems more interested in our personal lives than Ana. I feel way more confident speaking in Emelia's class, and it goes by much faster and is really fun. With Emelia, we have learned Future tense verbs, when to use que (what), quien (who), and cual (what/which/who), and we're beginning with subjunctive with her. 

Now when I saw school here is interesting, I am directly referring to one instance that occurred in Emelia's class about a week ago. I have no clue how we arrived on the subject, but all of a sudden Emelia was ferociously scribbling on the board and we were learning the difference between the words “joder” and “follar.” Now, excuse my French, family or anyone who is sensitive to swearing, but I have to describe this story completely accurately and I could not do so without being both explicit and vulgar in my language. Essentially, both of these words mean “to fuck.” Emilia explained to us that “joder” is mostly used to express happiness, worry, admiration, or hate, and when you say “jódete” you're saying “fuck you” in what Emilia dubbed a “lighthearted way.” She explained that an accurate usage of “joder” would be “Joder, what a cute dress you're wearing!” Interesante, no? And then she proceeded to explain that “follar” means the same thing but in a sexual context. She said that “Jódete” isn't really that offensive but wrote this on the board: “Que te folle un pez espada!” as an example of an offensive statement. I was slightly confused with the conjugation of the verb and the vocabulary, so I asked what it meant. My tiny, adorable teacher beams and in brilliantly accurate English, says, “Get fucked by a swordfish!” School here is interesting. Enough said! =)

 Anyways, we finish school at 1 everyday, I walk home, eat lunch with Courtney and lately, my host family too, then take a 1-2 hour siesta, shower, and play with baby David. I am starting to like him more, except when his family is bugging him. The child clearly doesn't like to be held so I wish they would just leave him alone because he's such a happy baby when they're not touching him! Our host parents grow on us more and more every day. PePe talks about tapas more than anything else, and he's always suggesting tapas bars for us to go to. He continues to ask if we have found Spanish boyfriends, which Courtney sort of has one? Funny story. So I don't know if I have written about this before, but in the first week here, my friend Shannon invited us over to her house because there was a guapo boy repairing their shower. We talked to him, and chickened out in getting his number. Later, Shannon gave him her number, and he has without fail, called her every day since, and he lets the phone ring for approximately two seconds then hangs up. Shannon finally got to the phone recently, and Courtney talked to Tomas. He gets her number. They start texting, and we're sitting on the internet when Courtney hands me her phone. I read a text that one, was spelled terribly (in Spanish) and two, said, Oh, I don't have a girlfriend. Would you like to be my girlfriend? We laughed for 5 minutes without stopping. Is this kid for real? Courtney has talked to him once, three weeks ago probably and he's asking her to be his girlfriend! We showed Marí Carmen and she thought it was quite funny but said Courtney should probably be his friend before being his girlfriend. I love our host mom. 

PePe talks slower for us, and I can usually always understand him. Marí Carmen, however, does not talk slow at all. In addition, she has the most significant Southern Spain accent of any Spaniard with whom I converse with on a regular basis. Andalucia is famous for their accent being completely impossible to understand, because it's like they don't finish their words, and they leave out letters in the middle. Most Spanish speaking people clearly say, “Hasta luego!” when they part. Marí Carmen always hollers, “Haaa lueo!” to us as we walk out the door. The first time we had dinner with them, she walked up to the table and said, “Quemapa?” My mind felt like a turtle, or like a blob of jam, as I'm thinking, “quemapa, quemapa, quemapa, WHAT IN THE WORLD DOES THAT MEAN!?” and then as she began to say it more, we realized she was saying, “Quieres más pan?” (Do you want more bread?) I mean, even if you don't speak Spanish, I am typing it exactly how it is supposed to be said, and exactly how she says it. Andalucians are so hard to understand!!

 So our most favorite tapa restaurant is a Chinese bar called Feng Shui, I'm sure I've mentioned it prior to now. Tinto del Verano is 1.80 euros and 1.90 with a tapa of your choice, and the tapas are delicious. We go there at least 3 times a week and have since our first week in Granada. Part of the reason we go is because we enjoy the people who work there. Originally, there was Pink Polo (who always, every single day, wears a Pink Polo), Graphic Tee (who always, every single day, wears a graphic tee-though he wears different ones each day), and the Boss (who never does or says anything, and has gray hair and a red shirt and is always smoking a cigarette and leaning against the wall). They are all Chinese, and Pink Polo and Graphic Tee are very short (I once accidentally elbowed him in the head because he walked by me and I didn't know he was there and I was telling a story with my hands like I always do). We love how they say “tapaaa” in their Spanish language but Chinese accents, and we love how Pink Polo can divide our bill exactly just by looking at it and without using a calculator. Recently, we asked Pink Polo what his name is, and it's Linche. See, this is how we start to feel like we belong in Granada! Anyways, PePe and all of his tapa recommendations led us to tell him our most favorite tapa place. He always says, “no me gusta el chino, no me gusta el chino.” (I don't like....chinese?) And we always assumed he meant the food but then a few days ago he was telling us that at Chinese restaurants they cook actual people, and Marí Carmen said he's crazy and just laughed about it like she does with everything else. But then we started to think, well maybe PePe doesn't like actual Chinese people? So today, when he said that again, I asked him, in Spanish of course, “So, do you not like Chinese food, or Chinese people?” And.........PePe doesn't like Chinese people. Or Chinese food. Awkward! But it was just so humorous how he says it every single time we talk about going to Feng Shui!

Moving on. Last Friday, there was a party at a discoteca called Camporio, which is in the Sacromonte neighborhood (the old Moorish neighborhood) of Granada. The party was specifically geared towards international students, and we heard the disco was beautiful so we decided to go. It really was the coolest club I've ever been to. There are two floors, and outside steps between the two with an outdoor terrace. The terrace and the top floor both look across the river with an absolutely stunning view of the Alhambra at night. We walked across town and finally found the place, and the cover charge was 6 euros with a drink. This is the first time I've paid to get into a discoteca since being in Spain, Courtney and I (and by Courtney and I, I pretty much mean Courtney) usually work the people to let us in for free, or we go to specifically free events. There were a ton of people and the music was perfect, a good mix between Spanish pop and tons of American dance songs. We got our first drink and danced and danced and danced, and after awhile I wanted a second drink. I made the mistake of asking for a rum and coke and not asking how much it was. After it was already poured, the bartender told me it was 6 euros and kind of shrugged at me as my jaw dropped to the floor. 6 euros is like $8!! For a drink! I mean, I guess it was a learning experience, I won't be buying drinks at a discoteca anymore! But it was still really annoying and frustrating because what a waste of money. After that I was tired and my feet hurt but my friends were having a blast so I kinda chilled. At about 3 am, I was dancing with Courtney, and two of the people in our program, Megan and Tony. We were just doing our thing, moving to the music and laughing with each other, when this random guy reaches across Megan and shoves Tony. We all stopped dancing and just looked at the guy in utter confusion, as Tony did absolutely nothing to deserve this. Now, I have to explain that Tony is seriously one of the nicest people I have ever met. He is this great kid from Massachusetts and he is so genuine, and so friendly all the time. He is also very Italian, short, athletic, and very attractive. When the guy looked at him and tried to go towards him again, Megan stepped in front of the jerk to tell him to stop, I grabbed Tony's arm and pulled him to the other side of me, and Courtney stood between the two sides looking dumbfounded and completely confused at what was going on, as this whole situation was entirely unwarranted. Our efforts did nothing, as the guy swung past Megan, nearly hitting her in the face. I heard a glass break (which I later learned was Tony's that he threw to prepare to defend himself) and that's when I lost my protective instinct and decided it was probably best if I get outta there. I booked it through the people so I wasn't in the midst of the chaos and Courtney followed me. We turned as people were diving in to help and a Spanish guy asked us if we were okay and we were honestly so shocked we could hardly come up with the Spanish words to explain what the hell had just happened. The “almost fight” was broken up and we went back to Tony, who told us the guy punched him in the face but he didn't fight back. It was so bizarre! I have never experienced anything like it, because Tony wasn't doing anything, he was just with us having a good time! He decided to leave because he didn't want something worse to happen, and we were all kind of bummed out by the whole situation and so pissed at that jerk of a guy. So, honestly, Camporio, for me, wasn't the party it was supposed to be and was more of a lost night. 

Saturday night, however, was amazing. API suggested that we go to a free concert outside of Granada, a fairly famous flamenco-chill singer Chambao. She has just recently recovered from cancer and this concert was sort of a break out concert after her sickness. I didn't really know anything about her but we spent like 5 or 6 hours at this place where there was a bunch of live music, food, and a flea market type thing where I got henna done on my foot. Her concert started around 11:45 or midnight (strange, I know) and went till about 2. I was exhausted but we were so close on the floor and it was a great concert! I love her music! I just couldn't believe it was free, it was such a steal, like a legit concert and everyone knew the words so I know she must be famous! It was nice to go out and do something here in Spain that didn't revolve around drinking, and overall it was just a really good night. I am hoping for more experiences like that in the near future!

I am going to finish with saying that tomorrow is kind of a big day, the remainder of the fall API group is arriving tomorrow. There are about 30 of them, and it's going to be pretty strange to have them around when our group has such a tight bond and we feel really established in Granada. Also, I am bummed because Pablo, our other resident director, got fired. For good reasoning, but I loved Pablo! He was my favorite resident director. The weekend we went on our San Jose Beach Trip, Pablo was supposed to come with us but he didn't show up because he was so hungover from the Zaidin Music Festival the night before. Pretty irresponsible. But I'm still so sad because he was so much fun. Now, Eli's sister is the new RD and I haven't met her yet but I probably will tomorrow or Friday. 

Alright I'm done! Sorry this has been so long, I will try to write more frequently in the future so that reading my blog isn't such a task. But again, I probably will continue to do this because I only have the time and energy to write once in awhile. Miss you all and love you more! MacKenzie

No Wonder Elmer Fudd Wanted to Kill Bugs Bunny (my anecdote)

Courtney and I are sitting at the dinner table, starved as usual after waiting for our royal family to commence their own dining at lunchtime. I haven't eaten since 9 this morning and it's 3 pm, and the empty carbs of my bread and margarine breakfast have long since worn off. I am completely ravenous for nourishment. Set in front of us is a bowl of the most savory, delicious looking meat, a plate of fried potatoes, a basket of bread, and half a small watermelon. Excellent. Time to dine.

Upon eating a bite of the saucy meat, which is rich and tastes sort of like prime rib meets BBQ chicken wings (in a good way) we wonder what kind it is. To me, it just tastes beefy, so obviously it's just beef! Courtney isn't so convinced. And really, I shouldn't have been so certain either because no beef has bones so small that when you take an average sized bite you have to fish out the bones from your mouth so you don't choke on them. We ponder what it could be, and honestly, it's delicious, so I really don't want to know. My mind wanders back to sophomore year when I ate a traditional Filipino meal at Blythe Conde's 16th birthday party, and I later found out that I had consumed an entree well known for being cooked in pig's blood. I love food. I would rather just be oblivious to what cute barnyard delicacy I'm munching on and not think about the short, aimless life they led before their inevitable end at the chopping block. 

However, Courtney, aka Curious George, could not withhold the urge to discover, unfortunately. “¿Marí Carmen, que tipo de carne es esto?” (Marí Carmen, what type of meat is this?) “Ah, conejo. Es muy rico, ¿no? Mi hijo lo compró en el campo, estuve muy caro.” (Ah......It's delicious, right? My son bought it in the country and it was really expensive.) We missed the whole animal thing because it was unfamiliar word to us. As we ask Marí Carmen what a “conejo” is, she explains, “es pequeño, como un perro, ¡como un perrito!” My stomach drops. (It's small, like a dog, like a puppy!) Oh shit. Where are we, Thailand? And she starts making hand gestures by putting her hands in cups over her head like ears, while I am frantically trying to think of what animal this culture would consider “like” a dog, that is in fact edible as well. 

Slightly terrified, I stand up and walk into my room to obtain the answer to my worst fears. I grab my small, green, Merriam Webster's Pocket Spanish-English Dictionary and flip the book from back to front, eyeing the right hand corner, I skim through, “raddle,” “ivy,” “tostar,” “pómulo,” “despiadado,” and finally to the page I need. I find what I'm looking for and my stomach flops with queasiness while my lungs simultaneously let out a small sigh of relief. Rabbit. 

I tell Courtney the news and she isn't phased. She continues to put down that carne like there's no tomorrow. I settle with the potatoes, bread, and watermelon for the remainder of my meal, while Courtney chuckles and makes bad bunny jokes, and I recall my mom's stories of her childhood on the rabbit farm that used to sell the bunnies to the “rabbit man.” Well, now I know where the rabbits go when they go to the rabbit man...

Towards the end of lunch, Courtney goes, “mmmm, well now I know why Elmer Fudd wanted to kill Bugs Bunny so bad!”