I’ve tried yelling at it in both English and Spanish, taunting it by pretending to throw my silverware at it, and giving it the silent treatment- yet to no avail. The stupid thing will not stop “singing”. (and don’t even get me started on the dog..)
Next week I plan on going up to the North of Spain for a couple days. We have the whole week off for Carnaval. I want to explore the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao and re-trace Anthony Bourdain’s footsteps in San Sebastian. I’m stoked to see the difference between the North and South and Andalucía vs. Basque Country… however I am not stoked for the 15 hour bus ride… Hopefully the snow will replace itself with sunshine like they say it will next week.
I’ve been Google-ing Starbucks in every city I travel to (because I’m that cool) and looks like I’m out of luck once again up North. (I will find you double-soy-vanilla-latte/white-chocolate-americano…just you wait…)
So far, Spanish is still difficult. I still get nervous when I talk to locals mostly because of the “what the heck are you trying to say?” looks on their faces. I’m feeling very discouraged, but am trying to retain a hope for the next couple months. I know it will get better- it’s just trudging through the mud trying to get there that sucks.
Ps. I got a new camera so I can finally take more pictures! Woo!
Only 3 ½ more months… I can’t believe it! What a sweet reunion it will be.
This picture has absolutely no relevancy whatsoever to this post, but I think it's funny:
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