December

I can't believe that it is already December!

Last night, I was watching a video diary I made the first week I got here and it goes a lot like this (now remember, I alone in my room, talking to my computer) "All-sob-I-sob-want-sob-is for it to be December." and more tears. I can't believe how unhappy I was for those first three weeks. I cried more than 3 times every single day. I am not saying that now everyday is amazing and I never get homesick or lonely. I am saying that I have come so far from September that it is a bit scary. I just wish my Spanish was better. Maybe I will post the video when I feel ready to have my puffy, red, and tear-filled face and sobs up on the world wide web. 

Life in Chiclana is crazy. Chiclana is crazy. It is SO unlike any place I have ever been and I think the exact polar opposite than Marin. For example, I was explaining to class-mate that I was vegan back in California, and naturally she asked what I ate if I didn't consume animal products and I said a lot of soy products. And she asked me what soy was. I was a bit shocked, considering all of the girls at Tam High School sip Starbucks Soy Chai Lattes during lunch. This classmate had no idea why a person would want to drink milk that comes from bean instead of the perfectly normal milk that comes from a cows teet. Speaking of not being dairy products, I actually really miss being vegan. I had a week or so when I couldn't get enough cheese (which ended badly) but now, honestly, I would rather be vegan. I DID feel healthier and overall, the vegan lifestyle is something I miss. Oh well. 

Let me just describe Chiclana in a little more detail. I live exactly in the center (called El Pajaro), which is really handy, considering I know a lot people who live in the countryside and it is a huge hassle to get to the city. Chiclana is divided by a man-made river which often reeks of shit and never really has any water. There are many bridges decorating the muddy banks. The streets are small, cobble-stoned, lined with trash and stray animals, and a lot of homemade motor scooters, which are the worst things in the world. They are loud and smelly, and often driven by teenager boys in tracksuits, face-piercings, rings, and mullets.  I think one of the strangest things about living in the middle of a city, is the noise. Now, let me clarify that Chiclana is not that noisy. But the apartment right next to my room is home a newborn baby, which is AWESOME. I hear every cry that little Spaniard makes. It is not that bad.  Worse for the parents. 

What else is there to say? I still don't really have any friends my age. I sometimes go out with a mix of Spanish kids and International kids, but honestly it is not that fun. I actually spend a lot of time with Mila and her friends. Yep. I feel bad that I keep tagging along, but I have fun and they don't seem to mind me. I think it is a good sign that Mila still invites me out with her. Mila's family is so cool. Every Friday, her nieces come over for English class. Manuela is 7 and her twin sisters are 4. They are SO CUTE. I can't even begin to explain how funny they are. Lucia and Carlota often announce their bathroom habits to everyone, so I taught them to say "I'm POOOOOOPING!" whenever in the bathroom. It is really funny. 

Oh! Here is something that gave me a bit of a shock In school, we had a speaker come in and talk about Domestic Violence (which is a big issue here) and at the end, invited kids to share experiences if they felt comfortable.  One girl said that her dad used to hit her mom, and but now he has a job. But, to say that he was truly sorry, he got a tattoo of his wife's face on his forearm. When the class heard that, people started clapping and nodding their heads. I guess things like that are not so uncommon. 

Well that is about it. I am going to try to post more often and actually function better. 

Today is World AIDS Day. A moment of silence for those who have been affected by AIDS or HIV.