Hola desde Granada!
I'm here in Granada, which is in southern Spain, until December, taking classes and speaking Spanish and mostly just trying to absorb the culture. There are three other Boston College students here, and we'll be taking an intensive Spanish class with five other international students for the next three weeks; then, the normal semester will start (and I'll be in classes with other foreign students, and maybe even some Spaniards if I decide to take Arabic.)
Another BC student and I are living with a woman named Magda, who's retired and now lives alone. My roommate Brittany is also vegetarian, and Magda has been so incredibly accommodating, cooking us loads of delicious meat-free food every meal (she's in the kitchen right now, preparing lunch and listening to some genre-less/multi-era English-language "oldies" station... I can't say I understand how Otis Redding and The Cranberries are related, but I'm enjoying it.) I'm definitely still adjusting to the Spanish schedule, which includes eating dinner at 9:30 PM or later, but I'm LOVING the food thus far.
I'm still in overload mode a little bit right now, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I'll be here for four months, and trying to adjust to a culture and language so different than the one I've been immersed in for the last month and a half, but I'm enjoying it. The city is vibrant, the other kids seem nice, and my host mom is a bit quirky and very kind (AND, I got to fully unpack my suitcase for the first time this summer!) I'll be learning a lot over these next months, and there's much reflection to be done on my part but, for now, I'm taking it all in and contemplating the dilemma before me: there are two beds in my room, one under the window, and one under the bookshelf. How do I choose between waking up to the Spanish sun, or Pablo Neruda? Choices, choices...
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