End of summer

I’ve been told I’m a lazy journalist who isn’t maintaining her blog, and while it might be true, I’ll tell you, there’s no lazy days around here!

The first era of my stay in Granada is coming to an end. It’s a Sunday, and I’ve had the summer of my life here, two whole months of spanish, tapas and fun. Seven weeks in intensive language course has given results, and my worries about starting university without speaking enough spanish are gone with the wind.

Street poetry found on the river fence

The courses will start tomorrow already, and this whole week we will be attending as many different classes as possible, trying to decide which ones we wish to do for the rest of the year. The faculty of Comunication and Documentation is located in Cartuja, the university area a bit outside of the centre. A fellow journalist student and I have decided to be quite ambitious and walk the 2- 2,5 kilometres uphill already Monday morning, and hopefully get there on time.

The faculty is quite small, set in an old, majestetic jesuitt building. There are only a handful of international students, and we’ve already been given a tour of the house and individual counceling sessions with our coordinator, so this far very happy with where I am. We’ve seen the library, the radio studio and the television production room, which are all small but seem well equiped and with good and creative feng shui.

Flamenco in "La vieja escuela" one random thursday night

This week has been one of fever, caughing and litres of tea, and it seems like everyone’s been sick at the same time. Thanks to the spanish kind of aspirin, which must be like ten times as strong as what they sell in Norway, it hasn’t been all too bad. Had the whole apartment to myself for some eight days, as my three spanish roommates have all been visiting their families in their little pueblos.

One of the guys arrived this morning, bringing his set of very spanish parents. Two minutes, four kisses on my cheeks, and the whole kitchen was turned upside down. So now our dishwasher machine is somehow working (it’s never been working before), there’s laundry in the laundry machine, our freezer is full of little tupperwear boxes containing homemade spanish delicasses, and the place is cleaner as ever. Also, my roommates carpenting father has made sure all our cupboards and handles are functioning as they should, and put up a mirror and a writing board on the walls in my bedroom. The spanish parents have now left to feed their son a gigantic lunch (I’m sure), after inviting me to their home, and bringing out all the garbage from our kitchen.

More funky street art

The (only) things I miss from Norway:
- my dog
- makrell i tomat

and that’s it. Well, of course I’m missing my friends and family as well, but they’re all coming to visit (yes, you are!), so what I’m trying to say is that I’m more content than ever=)