Spanish Classes

My Spanish Classes started yesterday and it was good. I had to hold back tears at some parts becuase the main instruction is in Spanish and as I still understand close to nothing about Spanish I usually have no idea what she is saying unless there are hand motions involved. Luckily there are a few people in the class who understand better and can show me what we are actually doing. Sometimes though the professor gets upset in we use english as we are supposed to only speak in Spanish in the class. So we just wait till she walks away to explain things to each other.

At the school, I love hearing everyone's accents as I have met a Scotish girl, an Irish guy, a German girl, a girl from Denmark and a guy from Lebanon whose mother was Mexican. Also there are many Asians here learning Spanish who I feel more sorry for as its an extremely new alaphabet to learn besides just putting it all together.

So my conversations with my landlady continue to amuse me and make me really happy to be living where I am right now. Yesterday she seemed quite concerned when I was eating my lunch in the kitchen. At first I thought she was upset with me about something having to do with the door, but then it turned out that she couldn't figure out why I was the kitchen table and not the diningroom table. So in order to make herself feel better she at least went and got me a placemat and napkins. Then last night when I came back from the English Book Club she was baking something and we talked about it. This morning when I woke up there were cookies with my name next to them waiting for me at the table. Yes she is becoming more and more like my grandmother everyday.