Wednesday night a Spanish friend called me and I met up with him and one of his friends to go to this place that has ¨super big pizzas.¨ As an east coast, Jersey girl I love good pizza and craze pizza from back home often so I figured why not give it a try. We went and they ordered 2 pizzas. They came out and boy were they big. The two guys scarfed down the pizza with tuna on it since I don´t eat fish and I ate slowly while I waited for them to move onto the second pizza. We all were very full, Victor complaining the that we left one slice but no one could fit it. We sat for a while and watched the soccer game (so spanish) and talked about everything under the sun. As the place was closing we headed back towards the center of the city and I went home to bed.
I woke up on Thursday and had a baddd case of the flu. I was supposed to go to the gym with my roommates and around one I heard them outside my door asking if I was awake. I said yes, as I was just laying in bed unable to move without feeling nauseus, but I said I´m very sick. They came in immediately and I got up to talk to them and talk about the symptoms and such and they told me what I needed to do, the whole while feeling more and more nauseus. I said Okay thank you and ran to the bathroom. They left, I thought to go to the gym but came back with two liters of Nestea and said when you´re sick you need to take little sips of this because you need something with sugar. Interesting, in the states we normally reach for the Gingerale. So I did as I was told and stayed in bed all day and night, mostly sleeping because technology hates me and my laptop was being weird.
Around 12 I woke up and wanted to talk to my friend back home so I made myself figure out how to fix my laptop and when I fixed it I wanted to call the IT department and tell them (I worked there last spring!) because I was proud! I did it! And it wasn´t anything super easy, mind you.
Back to being sick. So in the morning (1 pm, I slept ALOT) I FINALLY felt like eating. My spanish roommates had told me to make rice to eat but I made a grilled cheese like Mommy would back home. My roommate came in while I was making it and said ¨QUESO NO!!!¨ and told me how cheese will make me sick again. Interesting, that´s our sick day staple food in the states, I was just missing the soup. I told her what we do when we´re sick and she was shocked! It´s so interesting how with the same illness we consider two things completely different. When I told an American friend she said but drinking Iced Tea would make you sicker! It seems Spain and The US conflict as far as at home illnesses.
I originally thought it was the pizza but Victor and his friend were fine. I then remembered how Eduardo, the 3 year old I teach English to was down with the flu so I probably got it from him! Which is unfortunate because at the doctors office over break the nurse basically forced me into the flu shot even though I´m very afraid of needles.
Well, now I´m feeling great and have started classes again and I´ll finally be able to get back into the life of a student in Granada, Spain. This semester is very exciting for me because I´ll be travelling a ton and taking classes with REAL Spanish students in one of the best Universities in Spain.
As far as travelling..
In two weeks I´ll be in Paris!
The first week in March I´m taking a bus to Cadiz for the celebration of carnaval.
In April I may go to Portugal the first weekend on a bus trip, the Alpujarras outside of Granada the second weekend, Morroco the third, Italy possibly right after. You didn´t read that wrong, that´s 4 countries in less than a month. And 2 different Continents. I´m beyond excited.