So, Tuesday night we all met at el Oso Blanco again for fiestaing, because Wednesday was a festival day and therefore we didn't have class. This is officially my favorite bar. Jesús, the bartender, puts out all kinds of little snacks such as gummy bears, plus you get a pincho with drink purchase. That night it was watermelon, and if you haven't heard a Spainiard, Jesús in particular, try to say "watermelon" then you are totally missing out! Not to mention the fact that my favorite drink is 1.1€ lees than other bars! Like I said, official favorite bar. We hung out there for a bit, then decided we all wanted to go dancing. Now, it was only 1am, so we were a little worried about our prospects, but we really wanted to dance! So, we headed over to Toys. It was pretty empty when we got there and the dance floor was deserted, but we totally got Toys hopping that night. There were like 10-15 of us, and numbers always help when you're trying to get the dancing started. The club was pretty satiated by Americans for the first hour or so (we weren't the only American group out), but it was still fun. I discovered the importance of having guy friends go out dancing with you, so that they can intercept any creepy guys. Wasn't much of a problem, but still nice. Our group of guys are pretty hilarious too, I will never think of Jagger the same way!
So I got home about 3:30am, a new record for me, and slept until about 1. Yes it was a first day, but I hope you aren't expecting too many awesome stories from me! Everyone I knew was going to the bullfight, something I had no desire to see, so I pretty much had another lazy day. Did some homework, talked to people, recovered from staying out all night. At midnight though, they were showing fireworks by the bus station (??? Don't ask me, I have no idea...there's nothing interesting over there and it's still pretty well within the city) and I was determined to go to see if they were as pathetic as the ones I had seen last week (cuz can't very well judge Spanish fireworks on only one showing, can I?). Unfortunately, Sarah was tired and had homework (not that it stopped me, I mean come on, it was a 20 minute study break!), so I went alone. It was like five blocks straight down the main street packed with people though, so it wasn't bad. Oh my goodness, the fireworks were amazing! The bookends (start and end) were startling, as they were just bright flashes and gigantic booms, but the fireworks were so pretty! I mean, I've been to the Thunder of Louisville, so I've seen my share of impressive fireworks, and while this was no Thunder, I was not disappointed either. They had a lot of different ones, a lot of variance, and I can't even describe them well. Just trust me, they were beautiful and magnificent and I will never again scoff at Segovia for it's fireworks!
So I went home to finish my paper, and the trackpad was behaving atrociously. It would either not move or act like I was using two fingers instead of one to either right click or scroll. Then I was messing with the keyboard (they pop out on macs) to see if I could make the spacebar cooperate better since it tends to stick, when the screen whent black to screensaver. I popped the keyboard back in and tried to move the mouse, but nothing happened. So I closed the lid to see if it would snore (the pulsing light at the front that comes on when it sleeps/hibernates), but it never did. It was pretty hot, so I gave it some air and finishes my paper on my iPad then went to bed, hoping my computer would feel better in the morning,
I didn't wake up quite when I was supposed to, so I only had some juice for breakfast since I wanted to get to school in time to print my essay. Turns out it was still closed and none of the teachers got there until 8:50! There were like 4 of us needing to print and the computer was really really anciently slow, so it took forever! Class was good though. Our prof is totally awesome and has a great sense of humor. About half the class who went to the bullfight only stayed for one bull out of six because it was so awful, so she called them weak, haha. See, totally am not sorry I decided not to go. We went on a field trip mid class to the Thursday open market, and talked about the names of flowers, fruits, vegetables, and legumes in Spanish. Then we went to the candy stall and she bout us a bag of gummies! Told you our prof was maja. By the time we got back, class was over and no homework, woo!
In UE class, we talked about the leaders and Parliament. Apparently they speak English during Parliament. And I think she said kids are required to take ESL in school now, because it's the "language of business." Then we went on another miniexcursion to la iglesia Corpus Christi, which used to be a major synagogue and is the last standing Jewish synagogue in Segovia of seven. It was quite pretty inside, but the tour guideish person went on and on and we were so tired. I stopped at the pharmacy to see if they had anything to help with my cold, but they keep *everything* behind the counter and I wasnt ready to try to explain in Spanish, so I went home, just in time for lunch. After lunch, I tried to revive my computer with absolutely no success. I have no idea whats wrong with it, though I guess it is 7 years old...I took siesta, then fled around five cuz I couldn't take the screaming any longer. Luckily the first class after siesta is at 4:15, so I took refuge in the school. I picked up some pizza on the way cuz I wanted to see what it was like here and have really been craving anything mad on the other side of the pond, but pizza especially. The cheese sucks and no pepperoni, but coca-cola is the same :)
Oooh, and on request, let me explain my host family. I'm going to try to get a pick eith at least my host mom at some point before I leave, and maybe others too. So, hostmomis named Julia and she has two married daughters, Mirian and Diana. I have never met Diana's husband, but she does have a daughter named Alejandra (older than 9 months, less than 2 years...around 18 months maybe?) who comes by every day around 5 with her mom and stays to go out on the streets with everyone, but not for dinner. Mirian and her husband José are living with us until their house in Madrid is finished, though no time scale has been mentioned to my knowledge. They have three little boys who also live with us. Diego is 4, Jorge is 2, and Miguel is 9 months. All the little ones are super adorable except when their incessant screaming wakes me up, so about twice a day on average :p
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