The blog I'm writing today is going to be "dedicated" to a good friend of mine that I've met here in Logroño, Tara Witt. It seems to always be true that you meet some of your greatest friends in the most peculiar of situations. As Danielle and I were sitting at Palacio de Deportes (our basketball arena) all of the people around us were Spanish. Loud, passionate, screaming people. Now before I continue, let me just tell you about this one Spanish man that may possibly been the only person I would've liked to KNOCK OUT while I've been in Spain. He's about 5'5", has some circular glasses, and is bald. I'd say he's probably about 45 years old. He carries this MASSIVE drum around with him and feels it's necessary to hit the damn thing like he's trying to get his army to retreat from war. For God's sake calm it down. Not to mention there's an echo in the arena so when he's BANG BANG BANGING, it's BANGbangbang BANGbangbang BANGINGbangingbanging. So let's continue. Danielle and I hear the song "The Final Countdown" and I made some comment and began singing the lyrics..in English of course. I then receive a tap on my shoulder, I turn around and see this brunette girl wearing American Eagle - of course I noticed, I worked their for two years. She proceeds to ask, "Are you guys American?" in perfect English. AMEN, I thought in my head. If it were about to be some drunken Spaniard asking me some question that I wouldn't understand I was going to flip. We then all began talking and we learned that Tara was married to one of the players, Matt, and was living in Spain with him for a few months. Immediately after that, Tara and I just hit it off. We had shopping days on Gran Via - our main shopping street, nights out on Calle Mayor - the Bars, sleepovers with Lifetime movies and AMAZING grilled cheese sandwiches, and roadtrips to away basketball games. She's become one of my best girlfriends here. She's flying home back to Ohio, USA on Tuesday next week.
Tara and Me at LA Cafe before the basketball game
I'm so glad to have met her here and I know she'll be someone to stay in contact with from here on out!
Halloween was a GREAT success. I was a gatita (kitten). I was quite unsure of what to expect when dressing up and going out. When I was on Facebook and pictures of my friends costumes were being uploaded I was thinking "SLUTS!!! But they're so cute!!" As the movie "Mean Girls" tells us, "Halloween is the ONE day a year where a girl can dress like a slut and nobody can say anything about it." So Dani and I, being the Americans that we are putting on our short dresses, short shorts, black tights, and high-heels. We left the house and basically got more attention, mostly unwanted, than we could have imagined. The costumes here are either quirky, goofy, horrifying, or nothing at all. No girls were sexy nurses, no sexy cops, no sexy firefighters, no sexy witches, no sexy anything. We sort of stuck out like a sore thumb. However, we did have an amazing time - looking good, of course. It will be one of the experiences I remember for the rest of my life.
Meeeeow
That's basically all I've got to talk about now.
ATTENTION: My mother, Cindy, and I are starting a mother/daughter blog. It's going to be about our experiences as a mother having her baby living abroad and a daughter being so far away from home. I will link it to this blog once it's started.
All is well in Spain. Happy. Healthy. Teaching lots. Learning more.
Love to all,
Callie
