Last time

Friday, August 3, 2007
I’m home. I’ve been such a bum. I’ve watched a lot of movies. I’ve made a lot of vegetables. Currently I’m sitin on my porch smoking my Spanish cigarettes with the warning glaring “Fumar puede matar.” Eh, guess we’ll all die someday.
Last night was my first night back at work. Joder. How on earth did I ever stay up so late dealing with such ridiculous drunks? I miss Spain.
What to write? I’ve made a lot of vegetables since I got back. My soon to be roommate “Bri I” my Bryan’s best friend whom I also refer to as Brian #1 didn’t understand how I spent $40 on vegetables at Stanley’s. Poor dear. I always spend money on vegetables! Ha ha, vegetables rule!
Lord.
Yesterday I had my Spanish placement test at UIC. I believe it went well. They didn’t much require that I speak or respond, just understand what was written. Suckers. I got it down. I’m an understanding mo fo. Just gotta get the whole replying part down and I’ll be set. Uh.
My last week in Spain was lovely. I went out, danced some, and laughed a lot. I was so excited to go home, how could I not have a good time. Nick and I went to the Irish Rover for a total of five minutes. I think I just needed to see what the fifteen year old’s perspective of Spain had been for the month. Poor dears. What a travesty. They had a pajama party at some point? That’s so frightening. That was the night I didn’t sleep before we had to get on the bus to go home. That was also the night I decided to dial a shot at Raven’s and chugged a bit of warm Spanish rum thanks to Kelvin. That was the night I offered to put Marta’s artwork in my suitcase and totally forgot until I was rummaging through my things yesterday. I should probably unpack at some point.
That last day I got a personal tour of the old and new cathedrals from my friend Daniel. What a beautiful day. We climbed to the top, we walked to the garden, he told me stories and histories of Salamanca galore. I was in complete heaven. I was a smiling fool. How precious was my experience. It’s becoming a bit of a blur, however. It’s been a week. I don’t know if I can even speak Spanish anymore. It’s fading. A week ago that’s all I spoke and now, although it’s still difficult not to thank people with gracias, my Spanish has deteriorated to a blob of yadda yadda.
That’s gotta change. I still need to work on the subjunctive!
Cociné la cena para mi familia el jueves. Hice pollo con zumo de limón, ajo, cilantro y poco del piel de limón. Además cociné pimientos rojos y verdes con jengibre y ajo y también brócoli con poco de vinagre balsamica. Toda mi familia pensó que la cena era deliciosa. Pienso que voy a cocinarla cuándo los padres de Bryan vienen para visitarnos.
I think my computer got a Spanish plague, because Microsoft word won't stop quitting on me, so I'll just finish this on the blog.
Thank you to all for having made such a wonderful experience that much more wonderful. I'm late to work currently. August 3rd crept up on me. I'm off to serve up the drunks. I spent all day caring for my food poisoned fellow, and now I get to care for all the miller lite drinkers of the world. Yay. What fun.
Did I mention I miss Spain? Berlin, tan arms, matching outfits, the running man at the crosswalk, pincho time? Yeah. I miss it. It's Friday. I'm going to work now.

LOVE LOVE LOVE to you all. Sometimes it's pretty apparent that my parents were hippies, no?