Some Witty Title Goes Here

I don't really know what to say about today.

I got up, had a whole morning to do not much, ate breakfast (cereal again) and we had lunch.  We walked to the main drag in Triana and found a yummy looking Italian place, and we sat down.

I think we went there because we were really hungry yesterday and wanted to have a properly big lunch, so we went somewhere where we knew what we were getting.  I ordered some sort of pasta (the title was in Italian.  I don't know what all was in it) and my friends ordered a pizza and some pestoey pasta.

Did I say friends?  Yes.  After yesterday's trauma, we all got a little closer and I now actually like my roommates.  They still irritate me sometimes, but I feel a lot better about my situation now.  That makes me happy.  There is still one girl in the other girl group that bugs me to no end because she has one of those really whiney voices, but even she I consider a friend.  Sappy time over.  Back to lunch.

My pasta was better than anything I'd ever had in an "Italian" place before.  As I told Mom earlier, the tomatoes here are really really good.  The Spanish don't have the best ideas of meat (in my opinion) but they do fruits and veggies so well.  So well.  Anyway, my pasta was some tomato, garlic, something and cheese mix that was pretty spicy.  Which was refreshing, and I'd missed it quite a lot.

They had a lot of food left over, so they took it to go for lunch or breakfast tomorrow.  Our host mom is not the best cook (this might change, she's only been cooking "American" food for us so far... we asked her to please stop and to cook Spanish food.  That's why we're here!) so having leftovers is a security blanket of sorts.  Anywho.

We took our new fast route to school, and it shaved off about fifteen minutes from our hike.  Yay!~

In class, we talked about my least favorite subjects in grammer.  Ser vs. Estar.  If you took a Spanish class, you'll know exactly what I mean.  If not, let me explain really quickly.

In Spanish, there are two verbs for "to be."  They aren't interchangeable, and there are really confusing rules about when to use each verb.  Ser is typically for more permanent things (but not always) and Estar is for more conditional things (but not always).  It's a nightmare, and most teachers are absolutely bad at teaching this.  As in, it's extremely hard.  There are little pneumonics that you can try to learn, but they still aren't perfect solutions.  The best way is "what sounds best in this sentence," which will do the best in most situations.

Anyway, the first thing our teacher did was give us words.  We sit in pairs anyway, so my partner and I had the word Cielo (sky).  We were supposed to make little clues leading to the word using Ser and Estar, kinda like a riddle.  We did the best, even though our riddle was more of a poem about how beautiful, colorful and powerful the sky is.  :D  The others didn't guess it until the last clue.

Anyway, we were in class for four hours, like usual, and we talked about how to say cheers (chichíng, like the sound glasses make when clinking together), which cheek you kiss in greeting (your head goes to the left, kissing their right cheek first) when you pay for a dinner out with friends and how much (if you invited, you pay for all of it),  how to say "bless you" after someone sneezes (Salúd or Jesús), if you accept a drink offer immediately or refuse at first (they offer your drink, you politely say no, they insist, you say yes) and some other stuff.

Then we went to a gelato place, supposedly the best in the city.  I'm not much of a gelato finatic, but that was good gelato.  I had dark chocolate.  A cute British guy was in line after me, so I was reluctant to leave.  I'm a sucker for British accents, ok?!

And we walked the fastest way back, now I sit in my room.  The weather is nice today.  I have no complaints.