withdrawal

Apparently I was getting used to my expat lifestyle, seeing how I'm fairly bummed to be back. Then again, I was getting really restless living in my tiny Spanish pueblecito (little town). Since I move every other year, I get incredibly restless without a change of routine. Also, and more importantly, I am BORED without a job, as much as it can be a drag at times to have to work around the clock. I feel so unproductive and lazy. But, as my mom told me, I should just make FINDING a job my job, right now. Bleh.

Anyway, to keep to the theme of el blog, here is a list of the things that are different about my American life versus my days in Spain....

• Hearing people talk to their animals in English, again. It was always so funny to me to hear people speak to pets in Spanish.
• Also, this may seem like a weird segue, but the same logic (to me) applies to people speaking Spanish to children.
  
• The streets are absolutely huge in comparison to my pueblo. In most of the barrios in Cabra, you would have to move to the extreme side of the road so a car would be able to pass on the tiny, one-way only road. If I was with a friend, we'd have to walk single file, too.
• No food stores that only sell one specialty -- bread, fruit, fish, meat, etc.
  
• NO SIESTA! I love acutally SLEEPING a siesta, but the fact that stores and the entire town would go into dead mode for 4 hours a day was the most annoying thing ever, especially because I would want to do errands after my work day ended and I would have to wait.
• Eating times are back to "normal," but they seem so early to me, now! I've grown accustomed to eating lunch between 1:30 - 3:30, which I've been doing, but then my mom will have us eat dinner around 7, and I'm not hungry by then. I'm used to eating between 8:30 - 10, sometimes later.
  
• CARPET!!!!!!!!!!!!! I so missed "alfombra" and it drove me crazy that I would have to put on slippers or flip flops to walk around my apartment comfortably.
  
• Stores are open on Sundays! Oh, and I might add that stores close around 2 p.m. on Saturday and don't open again until Monday morning. Them Spanish Catholics really keep the Sabbath day holy by not doing anything, whatsoever, which annoyed the )@*#% out of me. I don't miss that aspect of life.
• I can drive again! I really missed the ability to just hop in my car to get from point A to B. It's so nice that I don't have to look up bus or train schedules anymore. It really got on my nerves, especially when there were glitches.
• I don't have to put a conscious effort into speaking, anymore, which I enjoy, but...
  
• Soon I'm going to need to sign up for some sort of a Spanish language book club or course, because I'm really scared about my Spanish detiorating little by little, even though my coworkers always reassured me that my español was "estupendo."
• People are soooooo much taller (and fatter, but that's obvious) than the Spaniards. I'm no longer in the 90 percentile of height. The old people, especially, are bite-sized in Spain. Seriously, I'm wondering if there was a serious milk deficiency or something, or maybe it's because the Spanish people smoke like chimneys and drink tons of coffee that stunts the fetus growth?? I noticed, too, that the farther north you get, in Europe, the taller people get. I probably got my height from my Swedish + Belgian relatives, I'm guessing.

That's about all I got, so far.

As to the progress of the blog, I'm working on a list of things that I did during my expat life that I had never done before I left the US. I think it's pretty interesting, it'll be cool to have a list to remember all the stuff I did (preview: rockclimbing, skiing, learning the Andaluz dialect, etc.).