So last night, two professors from CIEE-Deborah and Jaime-took me on a magical, historical tour of the city. Both of them, so enchanting and passionate about their fields, made me excited about everything I was learning from them: the religious and architectural history, the political climates-then and now, the popular culture, all of it.
Afterwards, Deborah and I met up with Carla and Juan for drinks at a local pub where we talked about everything from 80's music to the recent elections in the United States. Good stuff.
It's amazing to me how safe these wonderful people make me feel about using my Spanish when it is absolutely rusty, at best. There's no judgment in their eyes, only an eagerness to listen and help where they can. Truly humbling.
I'm also always entranced by the lifestyle here (in Spain, sure, but in the Mediterranean in general) - life moves at a slower pace, but things still manage to get done. In the States, sometimes, I forget to appreciate that time is a gift, as opposed to a cage. I'm supposed to use it, it's not supposed to use me. Does this make sense?
Oh - there goes the man with the guitar below my balcony again. Too amazing...
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