Arrival in Espana

Arriving on a weekend has proved detrimental for my cuerpo. (Oh, I may sprinkle some spanish in for local flavor. Keep dictionaries on deck). Currently I am nursing my sickness with hot tea, sweatpants and nutella. (Hence the name of blog, it was top of mind recall). Fortunately, I have nothing to do until Friday so I can take my time relojando and creating a blog for loved ones back oklahome.

I don't think I fully explained myself. It wasn't the weekend's fault to why I am sick. It was the fact that not only did I not sleep on my 8 hour plane ride (Two babies dualing over who could cry the loudest, so precious!) but I also forget about the infamous spanish horario of going out until 7 or 8 in the morning on weekends. I arrived on Friday to Vigo, found an apartment, unpacked, had a great Spanish dinner courtesy of my new roommate Clara, (So Spanish, so cute.) and

then went out with her and some of her friends. The next day we drove to the pueblo that she's from (A Guardia). It's right on the border of Spain and Portgual and we hiked up to get a better view and some pics. Here's one with yours truly. (So American, so corny). Spain is behind my left shoulder and Portugal my right. And I'm facing the Atlantic ocean but you can't really see that.

Oh wait, I did take a picture of what I was facing. Here's that:

And we saw some ancient Celtic ruins. The information tablets were in Gallego. (If you didn't already know Galicia has two national languages. First being Gallego which I don't speak and second being Spanish which I attempt at speaking.) As I said the information was in Gallego so I had to self-educate myself on what I thought they were describing. I'll post a picture and then give an explanation.

Here we have some ancient ruins of a Celtic tribe's once village. They loved circles. They were a very short people and so their circle houses were only 3 feet tall and very close together because they were immune to Claustrophobia, an epidemic that Americans now suffer from. Or this was just their hot tub vacation village and their real village was somewhere else. 

That night we went out and everyone asked where I was from. Maybe it was my stumbly spanish and blonde hair, but I obviously haven't camilleoned myself like I wanted too. When I say Oklahoma, I get such a bizzare reaction. They know it exists but that's about it. I think it would be like if someone told me they were from Qatar. I'd kind of think it was real because it sounded familiar but I'm sure I'd still ask some stereotypical question like "was that before or after sega genesis?" And then inquire about the missing "u" phenomenon. At the bar, some boy asked me if we rode cows in Oklahoma. He may have been pulling my leg, but I didn't want to do that to him. He should have an unskewed image of true Oklahoman life. So I told him that we don't ride them to church on Sundays, that would just be unheard of.



My apologies, but this is not about Spain.

Obviously I would have liked to post about Spain but this is just too funny to not write about first. I was about to create a post about my arrival (which I will next) and I clicked on the "title" bar. A random list of previous questions came up that someone on this computer had asked google. Here is the list:

How much is a springer spaniel?
Is a springer spaniel bigger than a cocker spaniel? a bread box?
how much is rent in spain
spain cost of living
Do cannibals eat each other?
Was jonestown something bad

I'm so impressed with myself right now. I think my favorite is definately the one about Jonestown. Its like a child heard adults reference it in conversation and then asked wise old man google for enlightenment. The absence of the question mark really adds something. (absence, adds something... paradox? Check.)