I hate titles

My blog entries are really random, sorry. Organizing is annoying.

I'm at school, but I have a giant break. The weather is bad for the first time since I've been here in Córdoba. And, by ¨bad,¨I mean it's a little bit overcast. Nowhere near the impenetrable gray mass that looms over Bilbao for, like, ALL OF FALL. Looove it. The heat does get a little unbearable during the early afternoon, but I just stay inside and eat lunch, then maybe take a siesta--problem solved. When in Rome...

Yesterday, I spoke SO MUCH SPANISH. Turns out that most of the teachers here hardly speak a word of English. I definitely reviewed colors with one of them yesterday, and I taught the numbers 1-10 today. That's where they are, at the very beginning. I had to give the lessons about 97% in Spanish. Then, I had a couple hours of intercambio with two of my students after class. THEN, the neighbors next door came over for a visit and brought us ice cream, so I chatted with them for a while. Wow, was my mouth tired after all that. (That's what she said.)

But, I am glad about it. People in the south are more open and relaxed, so it's much easier to make friends/get people to talk to you. It's only been three weeks and I already feel vastly more confident speaking. Gone is that deer-in-the-headlights look/feeling when someone comes up to me and starts blabbing en español. Unless that person is Paco (one of the teachers). Seriously, who the hell knows what that guy is saying? It can't just be me.

This weekend, I'm planning to go to Baeza to pay Philip a visit (look at who's getting mentioned, get off my back!). It's a puente (three-day weekend).