Well, rats. (Jolín...)

2.21.13


It's happened.  I've finally gotten sick in Spain.  I knew I couldn't avoid this for an entire 9 months... Sigh.

I've been in bed all day, and I'm that kind of bored where you know you shouldn't do too much and make yourself worse, but you also can't possibly sleep anymore.  So far, intermittent with the sleeping, I've watched Casablanca (finally), African Cats (a Disney documentary narrated by Samuel L Jackson, where, of course, by the end, you feel like all the animals are people), and Roman Holiday is playing now.  I've also been (finally) reading A Clash of Kings, which marks a return to my Kindle after I took a break after reading all 7 of the Harry Potter books in a month.  And... yeah.  I'm bored.  So, I'm on here.

There's not much to write about; I only had a two day work week (ridiiiiculous... but really a blessing I guess, since apparently I was getting sick) because all the ESO students went to a "discurso" (a "talk" about a power plant... so, really a field trip) in Ferrol yesterday.  I would have gone with them, just to see more of Galicia, but they were going to be gone till 8 or 8:30 at night and I had private lessons. 

I did have my first Spanish dubbing movie experience last night.  It was Die Hard 5, or, as it's known here, "La Jungla: Un buen día para morir" (instead of "Die Hard," the franchise is called "La Jungla de Cristal"; literally, "The Crystal Jungle."  I don't know why it's so poetic in Spanish... because "Die Hard" is really laughably un-poetic).  Dad and James, I feel like you should be proud of me for going to see this haha.  And I understood it all!  Perhaps not such a great feat, since it's an action movie where the dialogue is not-so-important, but still.  I felt proud.  Although it was hard to not just try to read the actors' lips... Especially when you just know they're saying "what's up" or "whatever," and other common Americanisms.  In Spain all películas are dubbed into Spanish.  I don't know why, but they are.  And really famous actors have the same person that does their voice-overs in all the movies they're in.  So, in Spain, Bruce Willis is essentially some other guy entirely.  I also saw a preview that had The Rock and Vin Diesel in it, and it's extremely weird... hearing other peoples' (Spanish) voices coming out of their mouths.

Also, I have been seeing storks.  There is only one type of stork to be found in Galicia (according to Ana, one of the teachers I work with), and it lives in Africa for most of the year.  When you see it here, it means spring is coming.  Yayay.  I ready to be DONE with winter, that's for sure.

Also also, (and I've this thought a couple times but never remembered to put it on here), when, for a change, the nights are not cloudy, it is easy to spot Orion and the Big Dipper.  I saw Orion again the other night, and it occurred to me that "Whoa.  I used to look up at this from my front yard in Galesburg... I usually look at it from the west coast of Florida... And here I am, seeing it in Spain."  I don't know why, but it blows my mind.  It's not like I'm in the Southern Hemisphere and looking at a completely different sky (which, for the record, I want to do someday), but still it seems incredible.  Oh, little Sarah.  You've come so far.  Hahah.

That's all I got.  Here's Humphrey Bogart:

Oh, wait, I lied.  I would also like to add that Julia is an amazing roommate who made chicken rivel soup and shared some with me because I feel so icky!  Possible highlight of the day jaja.