Spring has awoken in Salamanca, casting light into unseen crevices, whilst illuminating the golden limestone into a brilliant shimmer reminiscent of the sun casting warmth onto the glittering waves of the golden coast. Home.
A funny word, one that so many people hold as a place, but to me it's pure feeling. Although oceans separate me from any semblance of a place related to home, I can't help but feel that same connectedness to this locale. Youthful laughs, smiles upon every face and good food put a mind, body, and soul at ease.
Luckily, I have the comforts of home right here in Salamanca. I finally was placed in a homestay with a wonderful lady named Rosa. Now Mom, I'm not here to make you jealous, because you “raised me right,” but this lady exceeds motherly. If you took a Mom, Grandma, 4 aunts, and that really nice lady from across the street who pays you $20 to mow her lawn and bakes you fresh cookies after, you begin to get a feeling for how Rosa treats me. I try to clear the table, I try to make my bed, I try to take the trash out, and every other time I try to help out, I'm met with a scolding or a Sientense! (Sit down now!) Rosa forces me into napping, which is not a bad thing. She forces me to eat food. Not a bad thing. And the kicker, she forces me to go out and party. Not to shabby.
“Greg when I was your age, I stayed out till 5:30 in the morning, do what you want, you are much better than the drunken germans I had here before you.”
And on that note, I have to depart, for Rosa just yelled, “Vamos, Comida.” Time to eat.
Luego.
Now Playing: “La Totura”- Shakira. Rosa talked to me about this music video for 45 minutes at lunch one day. Watch it for Rosa, get a feel for our conversation, because you can't get a taste of our comida.
I'm posting pics in a little bit, I have no computer battery and I need to get this uploaded for them deadlines and what have you.
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