Elizabeth Atkins
Hi Mom!! And Reagan, and everyone…
Right, so, the blog – It’s now been over a week and everyone is a liiiiiiittle tired, but we’ve learned to take advantage of the Siesta hour and so we’re continuing to have a really good time. Yesterday we had classes in the morning (…) and then free time for a while in the afternoon (Kelsey and I got our nails done and talked with the Spanish manicurists for a full hour) and then the “Clubs de Mundolengua,” where we got to choose from a number of different activities. Some of us did sports (word on the street is that Mars Lima and Dara Brown destroyed all the boys at baloncesto, while Greg Jokl took a couple of soccer balls to the face), others did dancing (which turned out to be of the Arabian nights style, affording us some verrrrry entertaining views of Kelley Sousa and Emily Graybeal wearing the scarves and everything over their t-shirts), others made jewelry, others made these ball-on-string contraptions that they proceeded to swing at people for the rest of the afternoon, and some of us got tattoos! …Henna tattoos, but whatever, we’re still cool…
Anyway after clubs and dinner (which most people went home for, but a couple of us rocked the Burger King and TellaPizza) we all met up – at the McDonalds, like the Americans we are – to go to a Discoteca. We listened to some crazy Spanish music, most of which we could sing because of our experiences in Sr. Quesada’s class, danced a little bit, and cheered on Seth Johnson and David Deerson at Karaoke. Following that crazy party, a bunch of us headed down to the beach to search for the ever-popular heladería (ice cream shop to you Americans) but most of them were closed because it was midnight and we ended up – surprise, surprise – back at McDonalds for some McFlurries. Which, by the way, are way better in Spain than in the US – sorry guys.
That’s about it for yesterday, but in other news, about half the group is ridiculously sun-burnt and hunting for aloe, Mitchell Ford nearly walked into a moving bus (don’t worry, Tyler and Traci, we stopped him and he’s fine), most of us girls have given up on straightening our hair and are now rocking the frizzed out curly look (except Emily and Kelsey who we all hate because theirs is straight naturally), and I’ve decided to be the First Ever Female American Matador. Just kidding. Kind of.
Hope everything is going well at home – we send our brazos and besos (hugs and kisses) to everyone, and we can’t wait to see you (and our entire extended family, who we expect to be at the airport waiting for us with open arms and Diet Coke, not Coca-Cola Light). LOVE.
Hi Mom!! And Reagan, and everyone…
Right, so, the blog – It’s now been over a week and everyone is a liiiiiiittle tired, but we’ve learned to take advantage of the Siesta hour and so we’re continuing to have a really good time. Yesterday we had classes in the morning (…) and then free time for a while in the afternoon (Kelsey and I got our nails done and talked with the Spanish manicurists for a full hour) and then the “Clubs de Mundolengua,” where we got to choose from a number of different activities. Some of us did sports (word on the street is that Mars Lima and Dara Brown destroyed all the boys at baloncesto, while Greg Jokl took a couple of soccer balls to the face), others did dancing (which turned out to be of the Arabian nights style, affording us some verrrrry entertaining views of Kelley Sousa and Emily Graybeal wearing the scarves and everything over their t-shirts), others made jewelry, others made these ball-on-string contraptions that they proceeded to swing at people for the rest of the afternoon, and some of us got tattoos! …Henna tattoos, but whatever, we’re still cool…
Anyway after clubs and dinner (which most people went home for, but a couple of us rocked the Burger King and TellaPizza) we all met up – at the McDonalds, like the Americans we are – to go to a Discoteca. We listened to some crazy Spanish music, most of which we could sing because of our experiences in Sr. Quesada’s class, danced a little bit, and cheered on Seth Johnson and David Deerson at Karaoke. Following that crazy party, a bunch of us headed down to the beach to search for the ever-popular heladería (ice cream shop to you Americans) but most of them were closed because it was midnight and we ended up – surprise, surprise – back at McDonalds for some McFlurries. Which, by the way, are way better in Spain than in the US – sorry guys.
That’s about it for yesterday, but in other news, about half the group is ridiculously sun-burnt and hunting for aloe, Mitchell Ford nearly walked into a moving bus (don’t worry, Tyler and Traci, we stopped him and he’s fine), most of us girls have given up on straightening our hair and are now rocking the frizzed out curly look (except Emily and Kelsey who we all hate because theirs is straight naturally), and I’ve decided to be the First Ever Female American Matador. Just kidding. Kind of.
Hope everything is going well at home – we send our brazos and besos (hugs and kisses) to everyone, and we can’t wait to see you (and our entire extended family, who we expect to be at the airport waiting for us with open arms and Diet Coke, not Coca-Cola Light). LOVE.
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