I wear a watch now.

If I wrote on topics based on their order of importance in my life right now, my pink [red is soooo C-ville] fluffy slippers would be on the top of a list of its own. They are so crucial when you're living in a culture where it's rude to parade around barefoot but really, wearing shoes 24/7 is quite unbearable for little Korean me. But there's only so much to say about foot accessories before it gets slightly eerie.

I started posting pictures on Facebook because it is waaay faster than uploading them on Blogger. I'll try not to overlap, though, cause that can get kinda lame.

One cultural aspect that I've readily embraced? Siestas. They're delicious.

And I've started to notice little things about language learning that I find amusing.
For one thing, people laugh at things that are not funny. A professor says something ever so slightly un-serious in Spanish, a statement such as "I think I ate too much for lunch," and then these little ruptures of giggles and knowing chuckles emerge. Because if you don't acknowledge the teacher's half-hearted attempt to lighten the mood, and you're just as stone-faced as when we're discussing the political structure of the Franco Empire, then that means you didn't get it. You didn't catch the "joke." So we laugh at un-funny things to make sure everyone else knows that we know what's going on, hmph.

I described Spain to one of my friends as a place with the grandpa from UP walking a fancy, pudgy dog times fifty. There are so many elderly folk! I asked my host mum about it, and I wasn't imagining things: there is very little offspringing going on here, and that's a statistic. It's strange to think about it--the crib market goes down while the casket market goes up. I really shouldn't end this post with such a sad and twisty thought, so I'll say one more thing: I'm going to eat real Spanish tapas this weekend with some of my new-found friends and will try to document the whole shish-kabob (especially for Trish)!