For those of you unaware, I am spending four months in Spain studying Spanish. This blog will help my loved ones to keep track of me and allow me to share all my stories!
This is my first post, so I will warn you all that this may be incredibly long....but don't say I didn't warn you, cause I did.
I've been in Spain for almost 3 days and cannot believe all this county has to offer. It's so beautiful. I am living in a city called Alicante, which is located right on the coast near the Mediterranean. So the coast is right there. Miré (Look).
I know it looks like a postcard, but that's seriously what it looks like....the water is really that blue!
It's an incredibly mild climate, right now since it's "winter", the temperature averages about 55 degrees fahrenheit. As a native Michigander, 55 degrees is heaven. Today my host mother aka, mi Señora and I were walking and she kept scolding me to get a coat, caling me crazy for not having a better jacket. But as most of you know, I am used to far worse.
Mi Señora's name is Mary-Carmen Marchena Sanz and she is boss. She's an older woman, about in her sixties (I'm not sure, but I wasn't gonna ask). She is windowed and has three children, 2 boys and one girl. She is one of the warmest people I have ever met. First time we met, she gave me a huge hug and kissed me on both cheeks. She is also an incredible painter, you should see her place, there are paitings everywhere...some are her brothers's and daughter's, but most are hers...and they are not finger paintings...they are these amazing portraits.
Oh I almost forgot a major detail about Mary-Carmen and I's relationship...she speaks absolutely no English....zip, zero, nilch. ¿Como? Is probably the most used word in my vocabulary right now. It means "what?", or "come again?", and seeing as I cannot seem to communicate effectively I find myself saying that word alot. It's pretty frustrating at times, I hate not being able to talk to her. She has so many stories and has lived so much I ache to understand her. Alot of times, I just nod because she starts to get frustrated as well....the language barrier is something I've never really counted to be such an obstacle. I assumed it'd be tough, but not like this. It's okay though, it's another motivation for me to not only learn Spanish but to really embrace it. I've never wanted to learn something so much since guitar.
Speaking of guitars, I miss mine, I still need to buy one...I will very soon.
Here is a shot of my room...it's pretty cute...I tried to take a pict
ure of Mary-Carmen, she told me to come back tomorrow...haha.Ahh, there is just so much to say but I don't know where to go next. I think I'll just leave it at this. Stories will come and go so quickly, I'll just have to write in the moment...and it seems like the moment has passed.
Hasta (Until),
Megan
