It was the Friday night of Feria (I'll explain what that is in a later entry). Matt and I were coming home relatively early for Spanish time, 4:00 AM or so. We walked into our stifling hot bedroom, and all we wanted to do was watch the 201st episode of South Park to see how the controversy unwound. As I sat on my bed, the familiar red and white floral bedspread wrinkling under me, I noticed some movement in the corner of my eye. It was a brown, round and small bug, about the size of a pinky fingernail. I had a feeling of what it was immediately. The culmination of dozens of itchy bites, smelly cream, allergy pills, and hours spent in the dermatologists office was defiantly staring me in the face. I killed it and compared it to pictures online, and my fear was confirmed: BEDBUG.
That disgusting discovery basically changed my entire experience in Spain. It set off a chain of events that eventually lead to the permanent relocation to a new homestay. So now I live in a completely different part of town with completely different people. And I know you're dying to know, how is my new life?
Well, very different. I have my own room now. I squeeze my own orange juice in the mornings. I don't have to ask my señora to turn on the water heater before I shower anymore. I EAT VEGETABLES!
I live with an elderly couple in their 60s. They seem very nice and very active. I didn't realize how much my ex-señora (now that's a strange term) just sat around until I met these people! Yes, they watch TV, but they always have friends coming over ,or they are always leaving the house for one thing or another. Also they like sports a lot. So I have to pretend to care about Federer and Nadal's progress or whether Barcelona won the soccer game or not. I guess there are worse things in the world.
However, they're not completely sports-driven. Today, my señora began to blast the choral part to Mozart's Requiem, and I naturally freaked out, ran in the room, and began to blab about how I love that song and I sing in the chorus at the University! She responded "How nice! Classical music is my weakness!" She's cute.
But what would moving into a new home be without making an ass of myself? I thought I would be nice and try to wash the dish I used, so I turned on the faucet. Now, the faucet has two knobs, just like in the US, except they both expel cold water. The water pressure was a lot stronger than I'm used to, so I splashed a little bit of water on the countertop. The water felt cold, so I turned the right knob to turn it down. Little did I know that I had previously turned the left knob, so turning the right knob made things worse. Way worse. Water began splashing everywhere, covering the entire half of the kitchen in water and soaking me to the bones. When I tried to help clean up, my señora chastised me and said "No! I'll do it! I can do it better!" Well, not having to mop? Okay by me.
But what would moving into a new home be without making an ass of myself? I thought I would be nice and try to wash the dish I used, so I turned on the faucet. Now, the faucet has two knobs, just like in the US, except they both expel cold water. The water pressure was a lot stronger than I'm used to, so I splashed a little bit of water on the countertop. The water felt cold, so I turned the right knob to turn it down. Little did I know that I had previously turned the left knob, so turning the right knob made things worse. Way worse. Water began splashing everywhere, covering the entire half of the kitchen in water and soaking me to the bones. When I tried to help clean up, my señora chastised me and said "No! I'll do it! I can do it better!" Well, not having to mop? Okay by me.
But the best part of this new home? No more bug bites!
