Sometimes stereotypes exist for a reason. Proof: so far in Spain, I have eaten paella, tortilla, and gazpacho. I have been here for 29 hours. However, my family also served roasted chicken and instant mashed potatoes (that I think they called pudding?). I also now understand why the siesta exists in Spain: their "lunch" is so big that you can't actually function afterwards. A note to Spanish teachers:
banana and
plátano are not regional words; they are different fruits. This was explained to me by my host father, who also assured me that
plátanos are much better and I will never want to go back. Word of the day:
picos, or little cracker things that they eat along with meals.
Now, let's talk about the weather!
Ahora voy a descansar, hasta luego!