Things just keep getting weirder

Sciolism: n: a superficial show of learning

The sun is shining and Posadas is peaceful--Thus I was only too happy to curl up on my bed in my comfy pink blanket (which makes me think of Amy because we are both obsessed with ours). Austin sent me a phenomenal care package full of American delicacies: double-stuffed oreos, ranch doritos, ferrero rocher, twix bars, and...melon burst shaving cream. Did you know I’ve been using men’s shaving cream? They don’t have shaving cream for women at the local grocery stores..go figure. I practically ripped the package out of the letter carrier's hands and shredded it with the knife trying to open it. We don’t have scissors. Needless to say, 8 double stuffed oreos, 2 handfuls of ranch chips, 2 ferrero roches and a bowl of pasta later..I realized rationing the good food is more agreeable than a sugar induced tummy ache. Before you judge, like the postal worker who said “you’re going to make her fat”--I eat the smallest, saddest meals alive everyday. Somehow I joined weight watchers Spanish edition, I’m waiting for the hidden camera crew to pop out at any moment and say “Just kidding, we flavored everything jamon just to fuck with you!”

The food couldn’t have come at a better time because I was about to send out an SOS on the food front. Last night I went to Bar San Francisco with Will and his friend Joe (who is visiting from Northern Spain) to visit Paco. I brought Paco some of the pseudo-edible cookies I had made--I promised to practice. Now I have to continue on my Martha Stewart streak before they realize I’m a total impostor---i’m working on keeping the entire town of Posadas placated/well-fed with sugary, semi-burnt, baked goods.

Anyways, the night took a fateful food twist--Will and Joe were ordering Bull’s tail and somehow Paco thought it was imperative I try it as well. After a polite no--I found myself seated at a bar, full of old men staring at me critically as I looked down at the plate of fatty bull tail. I took a bite, stomaching the chewy texture, swallowed, and kept a smile on my face. I was also peer pressured into eating a piece of “black pudding” chorizo--aka, blood and fat. On the plus side, Paco has changed my name from “Guapa” to “Guapisima” --insert secret sexy smile here.

So, in short I’ve graduated from peer pressure at parties to peer pressure in restaurants--specifically, eating repulsive foreign food.

Tonight I’m going to get coffee with another teacher named Maite, she is about my age and really sweet. I don’t think she speaks any english so I’m going to have to put my Spanish to use. I’m keeping my fingers crossed I can manage.

I learned a mean phrase to say in Spanish, It doesn’t have a direct translation but Juan Manuel told me to say it with a lot of intensity, “Tiene huevo la cosa!” -- It might be sciolism, but I don’t care--I was even given a hand motion to add emphasis!

I also learned another important phrase, “Te echo de menos” ..which means I miss you.

So to my loves, Te echo de menos.