After comida, the honeybadgers went to the beach and we “planned” Barcelona – a.k.a. we found the cheapest hostel and booked it. Blake and I tried to find a papeleria to print our boarding passes – it was a nice adventure. We just walked around and asked people until we found a place that looked right. Even though we had to ask at least 5 different people before we found somewhere that could print, I had so much fun because it forces you to interact with people and step out of your comfort zone and use your Spanish. We went to the beach and met Rudin, a Japonese boy staying with Daniel. He came to Cadiz to study in September and didn’t speak ANY Spanish, and he said he learned by talking to his family and by talking to other people. That’s bold. It was cool because we all had to talk in Spanish to communicate, and it’s the first time I’ve ever been united by a different language with someone of another race.
I went running that night (only the 2nd time this trip :/ ) and it was arguably the best run I’ve ever had. The tide was low so there was a ton of hard sand so that I could run on the beach. I ended up running a lot farther than I had planned and I came back right as the sun was setting over the ocean. So I sat on the beach, stretched and watched the sunset. The best part was that I didn't have anything to capture the moment with, so I just had to sit and be in awe. Of course, I felt like I was blogging in my head the whole time, but I reached a point where I just had to sit and be content with simply being. And that's a very rare feeling for me to have.
As if that wasn’t awesome enough, 7-9 are the “hours of activity” in Cadiz – it feels like the entire city is exercising or walking back to their houses or something. It made me feel like I was adapting to the culture I am living in. Maybe my stomach will start adapting to the sporadic eating schedule eventually too… Speaking of eating. We had pasta that night and I LOVE pasta. And it was a fantastic way to end the day.
As if that wasn’t awesome enough, 7-9 are the “hours of activity” in Cadiz – it feels like the entire city is exercising or walking back to their houses or something. It made me feel like I was adapting to the culture I am living in. Maybe my stomach will start adapting to the sporadic eating schedule eventually too… Speaking of eating. We had pasta that night and I LOVE pasta. And it was a fantastic way to end the day.
WT Tip #8: Figure out when people are most active. And then go participate.
No comments:
Post a Comment