Hey! How was everybody´s holidays? Me, I had a grand old time in Wales. These people I stayed with, Graham and Elaine, they are so nice, I can´t even tell you. I hadn´t seen them for ten years, and even then I only stayed with them for a few days, but it was like no time had passed at all. They instantly accepted me like part of their family and I felt right at home.
Christmas was spent at their house. Their daughter, who is my age, and her husband came over and we all opened presents. I had knitted them each a scarf, which I think they liked. And they got me a couple cute things too, which they totally didn´t have to do. They live in a town called Chepstow, one of those small towns where everybody knows everybody else, so throughout the day we had various visits from neighbors and friends, including the gay mayor of the town (who, incidentally, had moved back home to Chepstow from Cardiff after being mugged and hit in the head with a frozen leg of lamb by a band of hooligans...this has nothing to do with anything but I just thought it was really funny), and the two adorable little kids from next door, who talked with this perfect little Welsh accent that was very cute.
The 26th, Boxing Day, we saw more family. They are all so very nice and accepting, I felt right at home. They are all very proud of being Welsh. Graham has the Welsh National Anthem as the ringtone on his mobile. If he hadn´t told me that´s what it was, I wouldn´t have known. The rest of the week I spent going around with Graham and Elaine to various places and watching lots of TV in English, which was a treat. A very nice time indeed. I´m really glad I went. Really, really glad. I still would have rather been home, but not being able to be home, this was really the next best thing.
I arrived back in Spain on the 30th of January, managing to dodge once again the watchful eye of the Spanish authorities, and entered the country illegally again. Hehehe. Piece of cake. When I left for Wales I still wasn´t sure what I was going to do for New Year´s, but I figured I would be doing somethnig interesting. And folks, I was right.
That´s right, friends. After what has been a very long time, by all accounts TOO long, Chloe has finally gotten some booty. Por FIN. Let me tell you what happened...
So with my roommates Nacho (yes, Nacho) and Ignasi I went to Nacho´s lady friend Amalia´s apartment for New Year´s Eve dinner. This was the first time I had been there, and I met all her roommates, including a handsome fellow named Israel. So we had dinner, ate twelve grapes at midnight as the tradition dictates, and then went off to a party of a friend of Amalia´s. Israel didn´t go though because, I´m not sure why exactly, because he had to hang out with a different friend of his or something, or something lame like that.
The party was alright. There were a lot of people there that I didn´t know and I was feeling kind of shy. I was the only foreigner there, which was kind of interesting. They were playing all this eighties music, and all the songs I knew nobody else knew the words for, and all the Spanish songs that everybody else knew I had no idea about. It was kind of funny. Later though Israel showed up to the party after all, and we started talking. And we talked and we talked and we talked...for like four or five hours actually I think, until it was like eight o´clock in the morning, and finally we left...juntos. And yes, I finally had a true Spanish..intercambio.
This boy is very interesting. He´s twenty-five, he´s from Mexico, and he´s doing his doctorate here in Madrid in Sociology. He is very tall, with brown skin, black hair, and black eyes. But, most importantly, he doesn´t live with his parents. And a fellow Sociologist to boot! He has a very soothing accent, too. I don´t know, somehow pillow talk seems sexier in Spanish. This experience, however, has led me to realize that there is a whole slough of important Spanish vocabulary that I still don´t know. This could be a problem when needing to describe or explain certain things. But I´m sure I will learn the necessary nomenclature in due time. After all, it´s leagues easier to learn a language when you have the motivation to do so. Ahem.
I don´t know. I think I could like this boy. We shall see. I am trying not to get my hopes up too much. I have a bad habit with that... I am going to Play it Cool this time. Which, to be honest, is a game I have never understood. But I must remember the lessons I have learned from the movie How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days (Have you seen this movie? I just saw it in Wales. It´s hilarious. I was a wee bit shocked to realize however that a number of mistakes they pointed out that women make, I, myself, have indeed made. Oops.) and just hope for the best.
So I guess you could say I´ve invited in the new year with a bang. Ah yes. Things are looking up. For the moment anyway. We´ll see. If I never see him again, eh, whatever. It was fun anyway. But I have a feeling I WILL see him again.
Christmas was spent at their house. Their daughter, who is my age, and her husband came over and we all opened presents. I had knitted them each a scarf, which I think they liked. And they got me a couple cute things too, which they totally didn´t have to do. They live in a town called Chepstow, one of those small towns where everybody knows everybody else, so throughout the day we had various visits from neighbors and friends, including the gay mayor of the town (who, incidentally, had moved back home to Chepstow from Cardiff after being mugged and hit in the head with a frozen leg of lamb by a band of hooligans...this has nothing to do with anything but I just thought it was really funny), and the two adorable little kids from next door, who talked with this perfect little Welsh accent that was very cute.
The 26th, Boxing Day, we saw more family. They are all so very nice and accepting, I felt right at home. They are all very proud of being Welsh. Graham has the Welsh National Anthem as the ringtone on his mobile. If he hadn´t told me that´s what it was, I wouldn´t have known. The rest of the week I spent going around with Graham and Elaine to various places and watching lots of TV in English, which was a treat. A very nice time indeed. I´m really glad I went. Really, really glad. I still would have rather been home, but not being able to be home, this was really the next best thing.
I arrived back in Spain on the 30th of January, managing to dodge once again the watchful eye of the Spanish authorities, and entered the country illegally again. Hehehe. Piece of cake. When I left for Wales I still wasn´t sure what I was going to do for New Year´s, but I figured I would be doing somethnig interesting. And folks, I was right.
That´s right, friends. After what has been a very long time, by all accounts TOO long, Chloe has finally gotten some booty. Por FIN. Let me tell you what happened...
So with my roommates Nacho (yes, Nacho) and Ignasi I went to Nacho´s lady friend Amalia´s apartment for New Year´s Eve dinner. This was the first time I had been there, and I met all her roommates, including a handsome fellow named Israel. So we had dinner, ate twelve grapes at midnight as the tradition dictates, and then went off to a party of a friend of Amalia´s. Israel didn´t go though because, I´m not sure why exactly, because he had to hang out with a different friend of his or something, or something lame like that.
The party was alright. There were a lot of people there that I didn´t know and I was feeling kind of shy. I was the only foreigner there, which was kind of interesting. They were playing all this eighties music, and all the songs I knew nobody else knew the words for, and all the Spanish songs that everybody else knew I had no idea about. It was kind of funny. Later though Israel showed up to the party after all, and we started talking. And we talked and we talked and we talked...for like four or five hours actually I think, until it was like eight o´clock in the morning, and finally we left...juntos. And yes, I finally had a true Spanish..intercambio.
This boy is very interesting. He´s twenty-five, he´s from Mexico, and he´s doing his doctorate here in Madrid in Sociology. He is very tall, with brown skin, black hair, and black eyes. But, most importantly, he doesn´t live with his parents. And a fellow Sociologist to boot! He has a very soothing accent, too. I don´t know, somehow pillow talk seems sexier in Spanish. This experience, however, has led me to realize that there is a whole slough of important Spanish vocabulary that I still don´t know. This could be a problem when needing to describe or explain certain things. But I´m sure I will learn the necessary nomenclature in due time. After all, it´s leagues easier to learn a language when you have the motivation to do so. Ahem.
I don´t know. I think I could like this boy. We shall see. I am trying not to get my hopes up too much. I have a bad habit with that... I am going to Play it Cool this time. Which, to be honest, is a game I have never understood. But I must remember the lessons I have learned from the movie How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days (Have you seen this movie? I just saw it in Wales. It´s hilarious. I was a wee bit shocked to realize however that a number of mistakes they pointed out that women make, I, myself, have indeed made. Oops.) and just hope for the best.
So I guess you could say I´ve invited in the new year with a bang. Ah yes. Things are looking up. For the moment anyway. We´ll see. If I never see him again, eh, whatever. It was fun anyway. But I have a feeling I WILL see him again.
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