So, after leaving Germany and paying almost $200.00 to get my bags on the plane, I ended up here, in Cadiz. This place is amazing. Not like I-want-to-live-here-forever kind of amazing, but it’s a pretty sweet place.
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| This is my town... |
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| La Caleta- a small beach here with lots of cute little boats |
Some facts as to why it’s so sweet: It’s right on the water, so we go to the beach almost every day… wine is cheaper than water. Fo real…. They have chocolate sandwiches (chocolate bar on French bread)… they have tapas… shopping here is amazing… everything is within walking distance… yeah. I’m a big fan of the food here- so far my madre has made amazing, amazing things (Other than the fried cow-brain chicken nugget things- I didn’t like those so much.) I'm gonna learn to cook some dishes before I come home, so everyone be prepared! Every Sunday my padre brings home churros with this thick fondue-like hot chocolate for breakfast… yum. So, so good. I've been running every other day though, because I'm not trying to come home 100 pounds bigger- which is totally possible what with all the frided food they eat here. My madre even went out and bought a frier my first day here so she could fry more stuff haha
The days here go something like this: wake up around 9, eat, go to class, have a snack around noon, eat lunch at 3:30, nap till 5, go to the beach or shopping, eat a snack, have dinner at 10 ish, go out at 11, come home around 3, repeat. It’s a pretty relaxed life around here, which is nice. It’s just sooo different from home, where everything is go go go. It’s kinda hard realizing that I don’t actually have to be anywhere other than class for like an hour or two every day.
Some negatives about Cadiz- it’s not normal for women to smile here. If you smile, that means you are a slut. No joke. Like, if you walk past someone and smile at them and they happen to be male, you may as well be inviting them in your pants. This is a little rough for those of us who smile a lot… It’s kind of funny though- at bars, people will say that they can tell we are American before we even talk, just because we are smiling and like to have fun. I thought everyone liked to have fun…? We’ll walk into a bar and be the only ones dancing at first because we are having a good time… thus, it’s obvious that we are American. Oh, side note- if you like your personal space… Don’t come here. There is no concept of personal space. You’ll be standing in line and the person behind you will either decide that they no longer want to be behind you, they’d rather be in front of you and then push forward, or they will just linger awkwardly on your back. It’s great… not. Also, they walk sooooo slowwwww but drive soooo fast. I don’t get it.
My family here is so cute! My madre and padre are so sweet, and then I have three host sisters. Two I see every day, but only one lives here. The one that lives here happens to be named Laura and is Lauren’s age. It’s pretty funny because they act the same too, but one speaks Spanish… There’s a dog too, named Kiko. He’s a yorkie and is yippy as all hell. So yeah… that’s my life here in a nutshell. I’ll post more later about some cool things that have happened, but now I’m heading off to Portugal for the weekend J
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