Emily Winck's Blog

Yesterday, I realized that I was wearing my last pair of clean socks. Now, my mam� here does laundry pretty much every day, so I get clothes back about 2 days after I put them in the laundry. And I brought at least 7 pairs of socks to Spain. So where were my socks?? I thought that perhaps my mam� had accidentally given them to my sister. So I (feeling slightly guilty) went into her room to look for my socks. I opened every drawer and every closet, but couldn’t find even one pair of socks. Maybe she doesn’t wear socks. Maybe it’s a Spanish fashion thing that I hadn’t discovered yet. But I still like socks. And I wanted mine back.

So when my mam� got home, I asked her if she had possibly given my socks to Mar�a Jes�s. So the two of us went back to my sister’s room, in search of socks. Once again, we opened every drawer and every closet, but still, no socks. Finally Pepita says “�Aja!” and pulls out of a closet a little trash can. Which is, conveniently, full of socks. And, what do you know, there were one, two, thre… six pairs of my socks. And now my socks are, once again, happily resting in the little drawer in the corner of my room. And I’m wearing a pair right now. Mmmm, socks.

Motos are just cheap ways to get around. Many are driven by 17-year-old girls, perched way up on the seat in their tight jeans and pointy boots, with a fuzzy scarf wrapped around their neck. Not exactly your typical North American motorcyclist.

I’m going to Barcelona this weekend. I cannot wait to see Parque G�ell. From the pictures I’ve seen every year of high school in my Spanish class, it pretty much looks like a fairy tale come to life. And soon, I’m sure I will have dozens of pictures of it myself. The only difficulty this weekend will be limiting myself to approximately 600 pictures over 4 days. Mission Impossible…

– The size of pets (dogs, mostly) roughly corresponds to the size of their homes. Therefore, most dogs here are approximately the size of my foot.
– Window shopping just isn’t as much fun here. As inviting as the clothes in store windows look, tempting you to enter the store, don’t fall for it. The clothes in the window rarely if ever are for sale in the store. And if you want, for examle, the purse that the mannequin is holding in the window, I’m sorry, but there aren’t any like it in the rest of the store. And of course you can’t buy the one from the window display.
– Spanish TV shows don’t have laughtracks or live audiences. So I have to use my mam� as my laughtrack, so I know when to laugh, so I can pretend that I understand what’s going on and why it’s funny.
– All I can see from my window is my underwear hanging from the drying rack outside the kitchen window; however, I can see about 3 inches of the Mediterranean from the roof. Although it smells a little funny, it’s sunny and clean, and I think I’m going to be spending a lot of time up there.