Today makes three months here in Spain. This weekend is a "bridge," which means there are 3 days, so we are in the mountains. It's a really nice house with a lot of rooms and it's farther out from Madrid (on the other side) but still only an hour away from home.
I am very happy with my "new" family. My daily routine consists of waking up, going downstairs to eat a breakfast of hot milk and cookies, and getting ready for school. 10 minutes before school, we all pile in the car to arrive more or less 8:30 on the dot. School subjects change daily but it's 6 classes and a recreo after the first half of the day. The classes are 50 minutes(?). At 2:15, I walk home from school with a friend. At about 3:15, we eat lunch. Afterwards, we will either watch TV or I will siesta for multiple hours to wake up slightly confused, drink a tea, do my homework (maybe, maybe not) with my little host brother, Diego. Occasionally, if that's not my daily routine, it means I'm my friend's house. At 10:00, we eat dinner and watch TV after until 11:30.
I frequently hang out with my Californian friend, Lucia. We will go to either her town, which is a small city famous for its mansions, mine, or Madrid. We are always getting coffee and some sort of pastry together and now have found bus routes directly from where she lives to my city.
I saw my "first" movie in Spain a couple of weekends ago. I'm using quotation marks because I've seen movies here before but not in theaters. I went with Asier, his dad, and his dad's girlfriend. We also apparently saw many famous soccer players, which I didn't recognize. I felt like I could understand the movie pretty well, especially because some of the things that were funny were to be seen. Maybe I didn't understand everything, but I got the gist and I still thought the movie was hilarious.
