ay yay yay parte dos

So here I am in Spain....  I will begin by dispelling and confirming the myths that I wrote about in the last entry.

1. "I will be studying at the Universidad de Granada, where I will major in Retard Spanish."TRUE. Except I was placed in a higher level than I thought I would be, which is good!  I haven't taken Spanish in three years, so my skills are a little rusty to say the least.  For the first month we take intensive language classes (I'm in high intermediate for that) and for the rest of the time I will be in lower advanced.
2. "Apparently barely anyone in Granada speaks English." FALSE. Actually, not a single soul in Granada speaks English.  alksjdf;ksdjflakjs;laf
3. "All of the food includes pork." TRUE. Pork is everywhere.  There is a flavor of Ruffles potato chips called "Jamon! Jamon!" (translation: Ham! Ham!).  Note the picture of the Ham Museum (taken in Madrid). 
4. "I am not excited about this whole pork business." TRUE. But I will learn to love it in time.
5. "Another thing I have heard about Granada is that it is one of the only cities in Spain that gives customers FREE tapas with drinks!" TRUE. I haven't had them yet, so I will report back on that.

Quantifying my trip thus far:

• 100% (mas o menos): Spaniards living in my residence hall
• 0% (mas o menos): Americans living in my residence hall
• 2% (at most): How much English the average Spaniard living in my residence hall knows
• 2% (at most): How much Spanish I know
• 3: Extremely important items lost (my voice and my debit card.... bad)
• -50,000 degrees Farenheit: temperature of my room (it has linoleum floors)

Granada is... charming.  Literally, it means "pomegranite".  You can walk across it (that would take a chunk of time though), but despite its smaller size (way way way bigger than Berkeley though), it is a happening city.  The cobblestone city streets are incredibly narrow, there are tons of pretty fountains, the houses are adorable (white with red roofs, flower boxes on the balconies, clotheslines, etc), and you can pick oranges off trees on the street.  I actually have not yet met many of the  Rico Suaves/McCoys/women charmers that Lauren's mom warned me about.  But this is only my second day here.  Ladies, did you know there is an official word for those men who do cat calls at you when you walk by on the street?  There is!  (I forget what it is though, sorry)  Apparently here in Spain when it gets to be spring, their cat calls change to (get this) love poems.  They will actuallly spout poetry to you as you walk by on the street.  I can't wait. 

Tonight I am staying in because I want my voice to come back to me sometime in the near future.  I hear my friends partying with the Spaniards on the floor below us and it sounds like they are having a great time.  My time will come when I can talk again.  Everyone here is really fun and friendly so that is exciting.  The past two days and nights have been fun. That is all I have to say about that.