Today the attention was stripped from the Americans and turned towards the fourteen new French students that arrived late last night. In my class we will have seven, we haven't officially met any of them yet... tomorrow is the fateful day. But they were still seen walking around the school and... Speaking French... more updates on the fourteen vistors tomorow!
I only have one story about one of the French girls who was with us for Lunch. At lunch the boys play this game with the soccer ball which involves girls, walls, and of course a soccer ball. The girls always sit against the wall during recess and the boys kick the soccer ball against the wall above the girls’ heads to see who can kick the ball closest to a girls head without hitting her. Oh yes, it's just as wonderful and amusing as it sounds. However today, when they were playing, Manzano kicked the ball a little to low. The poor French girl was smacked right in the face on her first day. She assured Manzano that it was ok, but red cheeks and twisted glasses told a different story.
During our free today, Maddie and I caught Golem staring at us many times, yet again... (If you do not remember, Golem was introduced in my previous post) He may not ever get used to us being in the same school as him...I mean he still finds it necessary to turn and look at us every few minutes and talk about us every minute he's not looking.
I just finished watching a telenovela (soap opera) with Claudia called El Internado; Spanish soap operas are so fun to watch. They have these incredibly ridiculous plot lines, for example in tonight’s episode one of the girls was pushed off the roof and landed on her back, and she’s of course still alive...
I never thought I would live to see a day such as today, but I say with semi seriousness that I almost died when I had to explain what Peanut Butter, Pretzels and Blueberry's were today. I completely blame the food corporation for this obscenity, how could you keep a country from such wonderful foods? It's crazy I know, but even worse, they don't know what quesadillas, enchiladas or tamales are either... I know those are from Mexico, but that doesn't mean they must remain unknown to the rest of the world.
OH vey, what a day! If my mother is reading this, I give many Besicos for the wonderful package of peanut butter... I will be sure to bring it to school tomorrow and show it off as one of the most wonderful wonders. Hugs from Spain
India
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