Brain... hurts...

So my lack of planning seemed to pay off. This morning I headed out early to check out the two Spanish schools near our apartment. One was in a super fancy building, which instantly meant super fancy prices to me. The other, which is much closer, only four blocks away, was a bit run down but teeming with nice people from the US, Germany, and Portugal. And they are the cheapest I've seen on the internet. Bingo.

The guy at the desk is from Kansas and apologizes because I didn't call ahead and they might not be able to accomodate me. Oh well, I'll just go to the next place since there are hundreds of Spanish schools here. That changed his tune. So now I have my very own Spanish teacher at group prices. The classroom was sparse and butt-ass cold, but Paula and I jumped right in. She's red-headed , freckled, and skinny as a bean pole. She looks Irish but she speaks Spanish. I find myself wanting to ask her for tea and biscuits.

After two cups of coffee (I'm shaking right now from the caffeine) my brain finally starts cooperating with instruction. I'm having a hard time with the castelano espanol. LL is a J sound instead of a Y. Paula is constantly correcting my "llama." Oh well I'll get the hang of it. Four hours of Spanish first thing in the morning is tough though. It's Spanish bootcamp. I'm actually reminded of Mr. Kumakura's Japanese class in high school. English is forbidden. Even on breaks all the students were speaking to me in Spanish. It's my first day people, give a girl a "wazzup."

Now for lunch and homework. I've got worksheets to do and words to memorize. Yes, this is not going to be a lazy vacation. Work work work. At least I get out of school at 13:00. Amy is stuck until 17:00. At least everything is open late here, so we can enjoy stuff when she gets home.

Hasta luego.