A dog named cat and another named whiskey and other new things about my Spanish home

When I left for Spain my dad told me he had a feeling that I would be with a family with kids and a really good cook. Well I bought presents for kids just in case and it was a good thing that I did, mostly because everyone is enjoying the magic growing moose a lot, but also because mi madre espanola has a daughter. She might be a little old for kids toys at 15, Lola, is a bundle of fun and hormones, just like 15 year olds all over the world. The four people who live with me are loud and full of life. The argue at the kitchen table and scold each other, they poke fun and sing made up songs while they cook, they are kind and above all things patient when I say one more time “explicame mas no oye rapido” (explain it to me again, I did not hear you fast enough). I cannot pass too many judgments as these are all early observations after only living in their home, in my new home, for a few days, but I think I am going to like it here a lot. These people remind me of my own family, but, you know, Spanish.

So there is this fancy and formal picture of the three of this, but when Nuria, my host mom, threw her arms around her daughter and told me to “take a picture with my fancy camera” and it turned out like this, I thought it was worth a thousands words o solo, me encanta

My apartment is on Avenida Alejandro Rosello (Alejandro Rosello Ave.), a main street in the old town of Palma. We are on the ninth of ten floors, which for Palma is about as tall as it gets. I have a small bedroom off of the front hall, the other bedrooms are in the back of the apartment. It is perfect for me. I have more than enough space and the most amazing view, EVER! but more on that later. There is a snug and warm kitchen and a moderately sized and well used living room. There is a large balcony attached to the living room which has the same view as my room.

A stagnant view from my room

The VIEW! Can you see it there?! SEE ^^^^ Enlarge it if you dare! Ok enough of that… I call the view stagnant because each time you move it changes what you can see. There was no way to get it all in one shot so here it is, in and outside of the pic, from left to right. At the sky line on the left you can see the Mediteranian ocean. My sight lines include the route into the harbor so I often get to see big ships (I have seen four so far). As you move right you can see the buildings of old town. Notably there is a Gothic cathedral and then THE Gothic cathedral, La Catedral de Palma. Behind that large white glaring building (visible when you shift left or right) is a view of Spain’s only round castle (yup a castle), called Belver (which means beautiful view). Starting mid view and getting larger as you move right are the Tramatura Mountains (they tell me they might have snow on them in the winter). Finally, not visible in the pic is a great view of the street below my as it pours into the Plaza Espana, Palmas most bustling plaza.

FEW! a lot of information. Seriously there are more than 600 words in this post so I will stop. Is there anything YOU want to know about where I live? Digame (TELL ME)! Me da. ( I will tell you)



Pictures to come soon ( I promise) but, first a list of somethings I learned today.

  1. Sometimes swimming to an island off the shore is a good idea, sometimes there are sharp rocks, but it is still a good idea.
  2. Sunscreen is a must, tell your friends. Seriously sometimes they burn and it looks painful.
  3. Sometimes in Spain women don’t ware tops at the beach. Ok… maybe it happens a lot. Get used to it, just be careful when taking pictures
  4. Political protests sometimes lead to your bus being rerouted, but sometimes it means there is good music  for free as you walk home too.
  5. The key to my apartment goes in the opposite direction as the one in the US. Oh and when you switch from mumbling angrily in Spanish to swearing in English, people notice.
  6. You hit the button for the floor you are on not the floor you want when you are calling the elevator. If you hit the floor you want it goes up there instead. Oh and you have to manually open the first of the elevator doors.
  7. Sometimes Spanish families talk loudly and all at the same time, this does not mad that they are mad. Seriously you probably did not say anything wrong.
  8. Massive groups of motos in the street at night are confusing, loud, and awesome to watch from your balcony.
  9. Spaniards drive like they all own the road, fact. Watch where you are walking.
  10. Oh Ya one more for a round 10 of todays lessons. THIS ISLAND IS FRIGGING BEAuTIFuL!

Did you learn anything today?