If a Spaniard came to the U.S. and scrunched one eyebrow at the functionality of the electoral college, a liberal arts education, or the fact that I usually eat dinner at 5pm, I’d smile and say yep.
I’m just doing the same in reverse. Some things are weird (a term I give with the sincerest of affections and love, not of condemnation.)
This so-called coffee is a thick, black, tar-like substance. Imagine something like 4 shots of expresso in a mug the size your five-year-old neighbor’s tea cup. Small, but oh, it’s strong, so strong.
If I keep the coffee, sugar ratio at something like 2:1 and drown it in milk, I can chug it, but that’s it.
That said, coffee is a functional drink, and since I can’t do midday runs to Weshop for a Starbucks Double-Shot and Mountain Dew doesn’t exist here, I have to drink it on days like today.
Wednesday are typically long, but due to a few rescheduled classes, today was looooonger. My first class began at 9am (meaning I leave my house by 8 ) and the last ended at 8:15pm. In the middle, there were six classes, 2 thirty minute breaks, and one hour and half break before the last lecture.
I made it through though, and with a positive attitude no less. Without going into too much detail, there was plenty of opportunity to let some trivial distraction put me in a bad mood, but it didn’t. I’m really looking to continue that kind of success throughout the rest of the week.
I had a masterful study schedule put together for the weekend (which for me begins today, no Thursday or Friday classes), but it looks as though my plan will be disrupted. My eye has hurt all day, at dinner my sights starting going, and I’m now lying in bed with a pulsating headache. -Exactly the same symptoms my host mom just got over.
So, for tomorrow, a whole day in bed it is, without coffee, but probably with a few more episodes of my Spanish version of Friday Nigh Lights.