Because England didn't make it into Euro 2008, my team for this tournament is Spain. Last night was crazy because they were playing Italy and the match went all the way to penalties. It was crazy, nail biting and frustrating, but such good fun anyway. There isn't a better way to bond than to be in bar with spanish people, cheering their team on. Also, you don't have to speak spanish to them ,just gesticulate wildly at the screen. The girls would let me call the referee a bastard (cabron), even though that's blatently what he was!
So, Spain beat Italy and go on to play Russia. The festivities continue.
Tonight and tomorrow is the festival of San Juan (John the Baptist), a 'magical' night when you apparently can wash your bad luck away in the sea and pray for a better year. Guess who's going swimming at night? I have rented a car and will go pick it up tomorrow night, then we'll go to the playa (beach) and wash all our bad luck away. Send all my bad luck to africa, I could use all the good luck that I can get.
Spanish lessons continue to frustrate me. We now have an hour and a half of conversation class with the class above, an exercise that drives us all potty. We have very interesting topics (today's was sport), but I can't get what I think across at all because my sentence structures and vocabulary are pants. It's muy muy muy frustrado (really really frustrating) and to top it off, the girls in class are staging some kind of mini bitch fest with each other, so it's incredibly aggravating.
Ah well! Life goes on! It's my last week here, so I'm savouring every moment.
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