¿Eres española?

Yesterday I had at least two people mistake me for a native. However, this was before I opened my mouth, but whatever. I chalk it up to wearing a nice skirt. Depending on what kind of day I´m having, I can dress myself to assimilate, it´s pretty easy for me with the brown hair. But oh, how I miss my sweatpants.

We had the fiesta at school last night and got to meet some of the other intercambios, conversation partners. Mine and Janelle´s are good friends, so another stroke of luck for us here in Spain. I think next week they want to go to the Alcazar, Giralda, and Catedral. My intercambio´s name is Juan, he just turned 18 and he´s studying archeology and history at the Universidad de Sevilla. He wants to go to the States, especially, get this - Syracuse. Yes, Syracuse, one of the old, decrepit, forgotten cities of upstate New York. Apparently his sister and his aunt lived there for some time and they said it was really beautiful. Anywho, him and Sam, Janelle´s intercambio, seem really nice. My roommate Danielle´s intercambio is 34, so I guess it could be worse.

I have my first written assignment for my composition class due tomorrow. It´s only 200 words max. Sigh. So difficult...but in all seriousness, it kind of was a little hard, because it´s creative writing, which I have a hard time with in English, so looking for adjectives in Spanish is doubly difficult. I have a film analysis due next week, which I´m not really looking forward to writing. Ok maybe a little. Professors here are really chill about life, they put off the due dates for some readings and assignments until after Carnaval this weekend. But boo for Friday classes, I have class until 9 (we have four make up days on Friday throughout the whole semester so we can meet the necessary amount of weeks). Plus classes are an hour and a half here and sometimes (read all the time) it can be tedious.

Time for me to scoot off to my one class today.