This! We went to see this! Wait. That's the end of the story. Let me start at the beginning. In fact, let me start yesterday and I'll tell you about this in the next blog.
Monday was a pretty unusual day in the fact that it was a bit atypical for the first day of program. I arrived at the airport to pick up the group and everyone was already there. The flights were early. No bags were lost. No one complained about anything. In fact, the flights were SO early that we got back to Segovia an hour and a half ahead of schedule! And that INCLUDES getting stuck behind this guy for a few minutes. Luckily this was the "worst" thing that happened to us!
This was great because we were able to drop off the bags and walk around the city for a while and have a snack before that moment each student dreads: meeting your host family. This is an experience that typically causes students a fair amount of anxiety. Put yourself in this situation: you've just flown across the Atlantic, you're tired, you haven't had much to eat you really just want to take a nap and suddenly someone in a thick Spanish accent (my colleague Luis) is butchering your name as he yells it out to the crowd of elderly Spanish women waiting to see which student will be theirs for the month. "Shellsea? Shellsea Krayger?" Huh? Wait! Chelsea Kreieger! That's me! Oh no! This lady who is suddenly kissing me on the cheek is speaking WAY too fast. What the heck is going on? Ummm... "Hola!" Then you are suddenly whisked away to an unknown home where you are nearly force fed entirely too much food for one person to eat and then commanded to go take a nap. A nap. That I can do. Does it sound like fun? Well come on then!
(Actual situation MAY have been slightly altered for your reading pleasure but you get the drift. Terrifying.)
We met at the school after everyone had lunch and a nap and most people did recount a story rather similar to what was written above but in a much more pleasant manner. After about an hour of orientation we walked around a while then headed up to the Plaza Mayor (think town square) and sat out on a terrace for a beverage and some tapas before everyone headed off to their respective homes.
Things we learned today: if you aren't careful, you may receive an American nickel back as change, instead of the 20 cents you were supposed to get; less than half the group is a fan of torreznos (deep fried fat-back); it is much more economical to get a pitcher of sangria as a group and you will only pay 1.5 euros! You will also only get 1 glass. :(
A good first day and tomorrow will be even better!
Hasta luego!
Monday was a pretty unusual day in the fact that it was a bit atypical for the first day of program. I arrived at the airport to pick up the group and everyone was already there. The flights were early. No bags were lost. No one complained about anything. In fact, the flights were SO early that we got back to Segovia an hour and a half ahead of schedule! And that INCLUDES getting stuck behind this guy for a few minutes. Luckily this was the "worst" thing that happened to us!
This was great because we were able to drop off the bags and walk around the city for a while and have a snack before that moment each student dreads: meeting your host family. This is an experience that typically causes students a fair amount of anxiety. Put yourself in this situation: you've just flown across the Atlantic, you're tired, you haven't had much to eat you really just want to take a nap and suddenly someone in a thick Spanish accent (my colleague Luis) is butchering your name as he yells it out to the crowd of elderly Spanish women waiting to see which student will be theirs for the month. "Shellsea? Shellsea Krayger?" Huh? Wait! Chelsea Kreieger! That's me! Oh no! This lady who is suddenly kissing me on the cheek is speaking WAY too fast. What the heck is going on? Ummm... "Hola!" Then you are suddenly whisked away to an unknown home where you are nearly force fed entirely too much food for one person to eat and then commanded to go take a nap. A nap. That I can do. Does it sound like fun? Well come on then!
(Actual situation MAY have been slightly altered for your reading pleasure but you get the drift. Terrifying.)
We met at the school after everyone had lunch and a nap and most people did recount a story rather similar to what was written above but in a much more pleasant manner. After about an hour of orientation we walked around a while then headed up to the Plaza Mayor (think town square) and sat out on a terrace for a beverage and some tapas before everyone headed off to their respective homes.
Things we learned today: if you aren't careful, you may receive an American nickel back as change, instead of the 20 cents you were supposed to get; less than half the group is a fan of torreznos (deep fried fat-back); it is much more economical to get a pitcher of sangria as a group and you will only pay 1.5 euros! You will also only get 1 glass. :(
A good first day and tomorrow will be even better!
Hasta luego!