I’ve decided that this whole studying abroad thing isn’t so bad. I don’t think I want to live in Spain for the rest of my life, but it is pretty cool to be here for three months! I am learning a lot, and I sleep really well because the whole city is my classroom and my life here is a Spanish lesson that never ends. (This is both a good and a bad thing). Studying abroad takes a really confident, held together person. You have to abandon everything you’ve learned: about how people act, manners, how to dress, and how to speak! You never know what food you are eating, what people are saying to you on the street, or even what street you are on. You feel annoying, always asking “what is this, how do you say this”, and it’s hard.
Last week was a really difficult week for me. We had final exams for our intensive period classes (three week refresher courses), and while they weren’t that big of a deal, I am a pro at inventing things to be stressed out about. The stress about school, coupled with continued culture shock and not feeling very bonded with my host family left me wanting to go home to Michigan but refusing to because airplanes are terrifying. I was also feeling guilty for not liking it here. I have all the support in the world from my family and friends at home, and Spain isn’t thaaat crazy of a place. Plus I’ve met some really great girls here and we’ve become friends already. I kept telling myself that it could be worse: I could have a boyfriend at home that I miss terribly, I could break a leg and spend 4 hours each day walking to and from school, I could be one of the 5 boys in this program stuck with 90+ girls…the list went on and on. But somehow, that didn’t put an end to my negative feelings last week. Thank goodness for chocolate!
This week is turning out much better.
Yesterday I met my second speaking partner (yes I am an overachiever!) and we got along really well, so I feel like we’ll be able to get together a lot to practice speaking (she’s practicing English) and explore the city!
Today I switched host families, which I was really nervous about, but now I am so incredibly glad that I did. I feel that now I am in an environment much more suited to my personality and to my learning style. So I am going to learn a lot about the language and culture, and frankly, I can’t wait! I want to be a sponge and soak it all in.
My new host family consists of 75 year old Miguel and his 74 year old wife Pilar. They have 9 grandchildren, a beautiful home, and great personalities. Miguel is the most tech savy 75 year old that I have ever heard of and Pilar is one of the classiest women I’ve met in my life. They seem to really care about me, and my experience here in Sevilla. They asked me about my life, my family, and what I want to be when I’m all grown up. Miguel made sure I had my iPad and computer hooked up to the wifi, gave me all of their phone numbers, showed me 3 different ways to get from the apartment to the center, and made sure that I knew to carry my purse across my shoulder so that no one would steal it. When I asked Pilar if I could help her with anything after dinner, she said (in spanish) “The kitchen is my job. Your job is to study.” Then she asked me what I like for breakfast and laid out a bunch of stuff for me, saying it will be that way every morning and then showing me how to work the toaster.
I feel very welcome in their home, and I’ve gotten to practice my Spanish a lot! At lunch and dinner, we watched the news, and I learned quickly that I have to pay attention, because they quiz me about what is going on! They are so patient with me, speaking slowly and repeating sentences using different vocabulary if I don’t understand. If they say a word that I didn’t previously know, they wait for me to repeat it a few times before going on. And Pilar knows English very well, so she can supply me with words if I ask, but she hasn’t yet said a full sentence in English, even though it would be faster if she did. I appreciate their patience a lot, and I’m excited to see how much I’m going to learn!