Thursday, December 24, 2009

Super Sonic Soul Sister Sue and her girlfriends....

Sassy Sue, Crazy Sue, Vivacious Sue, my Aunt Sue, the older sister I never had Sue, the one I can tell my dirtiest secrets to and hide from my mother Sue.  The Sue I love, the Sue I adore, here is to Sue.

Two days ago I had lunch with my "Crazy Aunt Sue".  When I was younger, she was the lady who would scream when she saw me, come running up to me, hug not hug.... more like SQUEEZE my guts out hug me, and kiss me all over my cheeks.  As an adult, nothing has changed!!  She's a woman who tells you how she feels right then and there, no hiding, no messing around, no bull shit, lay it all on the table kind of woman.  She is loud, but we love her loud.  Her laugh is contagious, and everything is funny. . . everything is funny when you are talking to Sue. She also has the biggest heart.  THE BIGGEST HEART!  She loves loves and loves some more.  The great thing about her love is she tells you.  Every time you see her, "I love you sooo much!!" and she goes into that hugging til my insides squeeze out and you feel it.  You feel her love every second you are with her. . .
She has been through the hardest of times... and when I say hard, I really mean "hell".  But here is the thing about Sue, when something bad happens, or she "messes up", Sue pulls through.  She kicks the "hell" off her back and gets out of it.  She doesn't "feel sorry for herself", or think she has had "bad luck".  She just keeps on moving forward.  Currently, she is happy, married to an amazing man, and is LIVING.  Let me say that one more time, Sue IS LIVING... every second, every minute, of every day.  She loves life.  She loves her friends, her work, her community, and we love her just as much back.  Whenever I am having a hard time, second guessing myself,  or just need someone to say "cole, f*ck 'em, you are amazing and can conquer the world, live freely, do what you want, and just have fun!"... who do I call (or email).. SUE!  I LOVE LOVE LOVE her...
Here are two pictures of us at lunch:

Growing up, there were five woman in my life that meant a lot to me.  They would get together every so often throughout the year, a lunch here, a birthday celebration here, game nights, lady nights, etc.  Katy Hook, Maura Odell, Mary Greg, Carol Duckworth (my mother) and Sue.  The beautiful thing about these ladies as that they all went to Ketchikan High School.  Actually Mary, Katie and my mom went to Houghtaling together and Sue and Maura came along in Junior High.  All five ladies have been great friends ever since.  They have been through marriages, babies being born, divorces, diseases, sadness, happiness and stuck together through it all!  Here is a picture:

Maura, Sue, Mary, Katy and Carol

I love all these woman.  Each one is unique and amazing!  I love that Maura is so earthy and loves plants!!  Maybe one of these days she will teach me her ways.  She also emailed me her recipe file and I fell in love with food all over again.  Mary says what she wants and I always thought she was the "cool" one growing up.  Plus her favorite color is purple just like me and all her clothes were what I wanted to be wearing.  Katy is adorable.  I will always remember her laugh.  She is so sweet and always had something to feed me when I would come over to her house.  I will always remember she had a duck growing up and it would run after me and nip my butt.  And of course my Mom... she's my best friend.  I tell her everything. She probably gets sick of me telling her everything, but she's my Mom and deals with me :).

xoxox Merry Christmas ladies!!  Lets get together for lunch before I leave on the 3rd!


Friday, December 18, 2009

Artful words by Janeen Koconis

i am i.  i try to be just me.
i am part of some totality.
i am 1st person singular.
i rhyme with sky, why,
hi and multi-ply.
i am a living being.
i was born.
i learned to walk and talk
& to ride a two-wheeler.
i went to school.
i learned stuff.  i made 
friends.  once i made a tent.
i hung out. i wanted to be
in a band.  i sang to the radio.
i danced in the mirror.
i read hemingway.
i made love.  i lost love.
i wrote poetry once.
i played a blue guitar.
i opened my eyes.  i looked
inside.  i saw.  i see.  i give.
i take.  i feel.  i find meaning.
(hence another poem)
i vote.  i hope.  i work.
i dream.  (i like black & white 
movies).  i laugh.  i listen.
i remember.  i forget.  i try
to forgive.  i try to stand tall.
i wonder.  i say.  i believe.
i am part of a larger
i know i am part of the world.
i am i.  i am you.
i am we.

(i am me)

from Janeen Koconis 2010 Calendar
She brings together art and words and makes masterpieces.  I have four prints.  Three in Skagway and one here in Seattle.  Love her work!
Here is a link to a website that has a video of making a KOCO gallery in Paris, France.  I looked all over but couldn't find a website just specifically for her.

I will share a bit of Janeen monthly (from the Calendar!)

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Writing a life story.

After always saying "I want to write my Dad's story", I decided today, that in 2010, I will finally start the first steps of this project.  I went to the book store and bought three books on writing: The Little Red Writing Book: 20 Powerful Principles of Structure, Style, & ReadabilityThe Everything Guide to Writing Nonfiction,  Painless Grammar.  I just used the book Painless Grammar  to remind myself that books are not surrounded by quotation marks, but rather underlined or Italicized.  Oh, how I wish I had focused more in English class! 
I will talk to Grandpa Bonds, Dad, Grandma Sandy and all the others I can talk to about this. Maybe I will even go to the state pen where my "uncle" John Chandler is and interview him... scary!!  I am very nervous to write a book.  I am sure it will take a few years at least, and many many revisions.  I am not even sure what style I want to write it in, but I will figure all this out this year!
Just for those who don't know the story... here is a short version that I wrote in 2006. (I added a few revisions in italicized letters!)

I am here in Payson, AZ, where I met up with my Grandpa John Voss Bonds, my dad's biological father.  He is my newly found Grandpa as of six years ago.   (It's been nine years now!)  My Dad was adopted as a baby and finally found him after a few years of searching.  While visiting in Payson, I finally got the correct story of how my father came into this life, and what happened to my Grandpa after his birth.
John Voss Bonds was young and "going" with a girl named Sandra (Sandy)Webb.  Soon after John left to Korea for the war, Sandy found out she was pregnant.  She sent him a telegram telling him that she was pregnant and asking for guidance.  Grandpa mailed a letter back to her.  The letter told her to go to his mothers house, have the baby, and when he came back from war, they would marry.  Sandy never got this letter.  She then went to Alaska, where my Dad was adopted by Thomas and Morag (Mogie) Chandler, and named John Thomas Chandler.
Grandpa Bonds came back to America and was told by many of Sandy's friends that she had a little girl.  Sandy was no where to be found.  So all of Grandpa Bonds life, he searched for a little red headed girl.
Grandpa Bonds first wife was Patty Clarke.  They had a son and named him John.  (My Grandpa wants his family name of John to live on.  His father was John and his father's father was named John etc.)  Shortly after their son was born, they divorced, and Patty remarried a man with the last name Chandler.  That man decided to adopt John and had his last name changed to Chandler.  (Is this getting weird or what?)  So Grandpa Bonds now has two sons named John Chandler, one who he doesn't know exists, and the other he let another man adopt.  Well this second boy, John Chandler, got into a lot of drugs.  At the age of 18, he was so messed up with drugs and crazy that he murdered his own mother, Patty!!!!!  He threatened to kill his entire family, and is now in maximum security prison in California.  Craziness!
Grandpa remarried to Mildred (Micky) and they had a son.  Guess what they named him?  John Bonds Jr.  He is alive, well, and hasn't killed anyone.  He worked for Warner Brothers in LA, and won an Emmy for the sounds in ET.   He currently lives in Cottage Grove, OR and has three kids, my new cousins!. 
Marriage with Micky didn't work out with Grandpa Bonds, so they divorced and he remarried to Jan.  Jan was a lovely woman, and unfortunately passed away two years ago.  During their marriage  my Dad found Grandpa Bonds.  He called him up one day and the conversation went something like this:
Grandpa picks up the phone, "Hello."
Dad says "Hi, is this John Bonds?"
"Did you know a Sandy Webb?"
"aah yeah, we used to go together, who is this?"
"well, this is your son, John Chandler!"
Grandpa immediately thought it was his son in prison and shouted "how the hell did you get out?" and hung up the phone.
Grandpa of course called the prison to find him still there with no phone access.  My Dad later called back and luckily got it all straightened out.  Not even a few days later, my Grandpa was up in Boise, and in our family for life.
So, lets recap.  I now have a Grandpa John Bonds, a dad named John Chandler, an insane Uncle named John Chandler, and another normal Uncle John Bonds.
Grandpa Bonds has remarried again to a lovely woman named Bertha.  They built a wonderful home in the mountains near Boise and I love going to visit them!

Here is some recent photos my Dad just emailed me.

From left to right, my Cousins Bradly and John Jr., Uncle John, Grandpa John,
my dad John and my two brothers, Parker and Preston.

My step sister Kayla, my dad's wife Jodie, Grandma Bertha,
my Aunt Debbie and cousin Alysa.

What a project this will be in 2010.
I also made some other goals.
  • Study Spanish bidaily (every other day).
  • Make a plan to get out of Skagway, either by selling the business, having a new manager run it or by some other means.
  • Fitness as a priority again in my life.
  • TEFL certification so I have the option of getting a job teaching English internationally.
The end!

Saturday, December 12, 2009


I wrote this a while ago, but after seeing this article online I thought I would upload it on my blog just for fun:

I'm addicted.  I hide stashes around the house.  In every drawer, under couch cushions, and in pillow cases.  I have a tube in every pocket of every jacket, and one or two always in my car.  I can't sleep with out tasting the tingle I get when it hits my lips… needing that last minute comfort.  I’ll search the house for hours looking for a fix so that I can sleep.  It started when I was young, and they say the younger you start the harder it is too quit.  I buy it in bulk and store it everywhere.  Burts, Wyeth, Carmex, Blistex, bonnie bell, balms, ointments, hell even Vaseline, cherry, plain, winter, tingly, whatever... just give me my CHAPSTICK!
Not that I'm going into any 12 step program, as I'm not ready to give it up yet, but I found these websites funny! ;)

Monday, December 7, 2009

Weekend in Madrid

After an amazing weekend in Madrid, I am finally back home to the states. I am exhausted, emotional and miss Spain already. What is it with me and Europe that makes me always want to stay when I am there. I think because I move so much I can make some place my home easily... of course, I get homesick, but Sweden, Spain, Costa Rica, where ever, I always feel like I leave part of my heart when I spend a month or more in places. When I got off the plane in New York and I heard english speaking people, I thought I was going to be excited, but instead I was unusually annoyed and missed Spanish. It's like I needed more time hearing Spanish, wanted to hear it longer, craved it, needed it, and got irritated because I left too soon.

The rest of the week at school was great. Probably the best Spanish school I have attended based on my teachers. They teach fast, but well, and it makes you have to study to keep up. I will be on a strict schedule here in the states, every other day for at least an hour (if not two). Also watching Spanish speaking movies to hear it a lot, or radio, etc. Then in Feb, I will study again in Mexico. Please, though, do not come up to me and start speaking spanish fluently and fast, or i will feel like a complete idiot because I still probably won't understand you! :)

So what did I do on my last weekend in Madrid? A LOT!

Friday I decided to go try and get tickets for RealMadrid Soccer match for Saturday night. No such luck. I get down there, stand in line, to have them tell me they only accept cash. Tickets were about 60 euro, but I only had about 40 euro in my pocket. They gave me a phone number to call and use my credit card, in which it was a recording all in spanish and extremely complicated, so complicated that when Marcos came to Madrid and tried calling on Saturday, we couldn't get an operator to try and get two seats together. (Yeah, Marcos is here for the weekend!!!!)  Sooo... Saturday Marcos and I went down the stadium, stood in line for an hour and then was rejected one more time... no more seats :o( Have I mentioned I hate RealMadrid? Go Barcelona! haha.. j/k . . it worked out anyway.  Marcos and the city was entertainment enough for me.

Saturday after our rejecting at the stadium, where we also met a Chinese man who spoke no spanish and very little english, (so very entertaining, like playing Charades, but you never really know if he got it), we played tourist for the rest of the day. The best was Retiro Park. It's massive, one of the world's largest parks!! It has this big lake in the middle with little boats and ducks. Along one side of the lake it this massive structure with mermaids, lions and other statues, and steps to sit on and enjoy the view. Marcos and I rented a boat and ate our packed lunch. Yum!! It was nice. Marcos is nice. He's like a breath of fresh air. He makes me laugh, super silly all the time, and just very easy to be around. It's like we have known each other for years, it's just that comfortable. I was so glad he was there with me this weekend. We also visited the Crystal Palace in the park. This massive size building in the park made all of glass. So cool!! Took some pictures being monkeys in the trees and then headed out of the park to the center. Here they are pictures...

I love Mermaids!

Marcos being attacked by a Lion!! RRAAARR

The Crystal Palacen - Built in the 1880's

The only statue of the devil in the world, created in 1877 by Ricardo Bellver

I told you Marcos was a monkey!

I tried to be one too!

Plaza Mayor (they filmed Vantage Point there) was packed!! It has a carasoul, and many artists/actors trying to make a pretty penny for a day. It was so packed in the streets, in some areas you couldn't move. It was holiday in Spain until Wednesday so everyone was out and about. Illegal selling of CD's and perfumes in the street, avoiding the police, people dressed as Christmas deers to sit and entertain people, salsa dancers, face sketchers, and more. We visited San Miguel Mercado next door, where we sipped red wine and watched the pig butchers carve ham off pig legs, so interesting for me to see... it's almost like an art.

Plaza Mayor during the day.. notice how it's not that busy!

At night!! INSANE!

Mercado de San Miguel - A very cool market indeed.

This is a street just close to Plaza Mayor... every street was this busy...
 usually cars drive here but because it was so insane, it was all walking traffic!!!

Since I officially hadn't had proper tapas yet in Spain, only little tapas, we decided to find a good tapa bar, which we failed miserably. We ended up at a nice little restaraunt/bar where we shared a dish... it consisted of french fries, eggs and blood sausage. Yes, I said blood sausage. Marcos wouldn't tell me what it was until after I tried actually looked like brownies, and tasted like cinnamon, but it was blood sausage. Interesting enough, I liked it and kept pretending it was brownies so that I would eat more. but BLOOD SAUSAGE???? now that I think about it.. sick.. i ate that.. eww. Tricky Marcos. But he did it in a way that allowed me to try something new, as I would have NEVER eaten it if I had known what it was before I put it too my lips.

The black stuff is the blood sausage... yuck (but good) haha

Sunday we enjoyed another day out in the city of Madrid. We packed a lunch again and ventured out to the flea market they have every Sunday. Again, it was so packed you couldn't even really look at much. If you were a pit pocketer, this is a playground for you. So many people, and so so sooooo many vendors selling things. Streets and streets of antiques, clothes, arts, etc.... it was overwhelming. Here is a picture...

The street goes on and on... and plaza/squares were full of things to buy!

Next stop was a museum, but because it was Sunday, it closed early. So instead we ate our lunch (Marcos's first time eating egg salad sandwhiches), and had Dunkin Donuts. . um.....they were so yummy... i had no idea! I feel they taste better in Spain then they do in the States. . . I swear, it's true. Please, for the love my hips, keep me away from this place in the states.. DO NOT tell me where one is located or I could be in big big trouble.

On our way back to the center, we found a theater that had New Moon in english... umm... yeah i almost peeed my pants with excitment. So nice that Marcos would go with me.... he liked it, but agreed with me that the acting is just bad. I'm sorry, but Bella and Jacob our horrible actors. It's true. So forced.... but I still loved it!! My favorite was Dakota Fanning in all of her 5 minutes in the movie... she is just amazing. Such a fierce little girl. Sunday night dinner was at a bar close to my house ... more potatos (french fries) with chicken and different sauces. I love their green olives here too... hate them in the states, love them here. Everything just tastes better here!

So that was my trip.. and what a trip it was! It honestly went by so fast and I met the most amazing people ever... from my long lost relative from Norway in Malaga, to Thomas and Jana from Germany in Cadiz, to Patrick and my Italian friends in Seville, and my Swedish room mates in Madrid, but especially my sweet cheeky monkey Marcos. Did I mention he is triplet, and one of those is identical to him? The triplets made his family consist of 7 children. Yep, 7... his mother is so so brave!! I just want to give him a shout out of thanks. He really made my trip such an amazing time! Sometimes in life you come across people you just really connect with, where hanging out with them is just really easy, as if you have known them for years, that is Marcos. Even silence with him was easy... and talking about things was as though we had known each other for ten years. He is silly, smart, witty, and he whistles (like Terry and Matt) and I like it. Such a happy spirit, but also real and honest with human qualities that I admire. I laughed til I cried with him and it's been a long time. Like he said, he finally woke up and maybe I did too a little. After my very hard year of feeling sad (almost two years ago in May) and this last year still coming back, I finally feel like I'm 100% back. My eyes are open and ready, my thoughts seem more clear (of course I will always be indecisive and a bit lost, that is a natural Libra haha), but I feel so much better. I was unsure of this trip from the beginning, not sure why I had decided to go to Spain by myself for a month... and the first week feeling like I needed to be somewhere else.... but I am so glad I came here. Sometimes you have to do things, even if you are unsure, to get out of your shell, your comfort zone, to challenge yourself, embrace vulnerability, only to find you experience some of the best experiences. I separted myself from all of my closest friends and family. Rosie, my mom, my siblings, Hans-Eric (beside email and an occasional chat session) and learned, again, how to enjoy myself alone, to push myself, and to be a social butterfly, if and when I wanted to be. I felt free, a little crazy, but most importantly alive. Thank you Spain, thank you new friends, my host families (Encarni and Terry love you!), thank you Marcos, and thank you friends and family for reading my silly stories along the way. I will continue this blog even when I am not traveling and of course when I am traveling (next stop Alaska for holidays, and then Mexico in Feb).


ps. here are just a few extra pictures, I liked.
pss.  As I was about to hit Publish Post, i heard a baby cry.  Tova, my neighbor had her baby while I was gone!! YEAH!!!

Cool Door Knocker

Society of Authors - place that gathers royalites for authors

Cathedral in Madrid
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

This is just funny to me...

I sent Marcos some pictures of the concert and he went to the offical site to make a comment about the show... etc.  Apparently I was noticed.  Here is what Marcos said:

¨You won't believe it Nicholle....I posted something in the official fansite forum and everybody seems to remember you there! haha it's hilarious. As you said in your blog you looked so random there that everybody seems to be using you in the forum as a reference to find out where they were placed in the concert...isn't funny? It's like " i was standing next to the blond foreigner with glasses" and other girl said "yes i remember her, i was two lines behind her" and so on...
 I told you already that you were like a sort of beacon....and that applied for everybody in the concert!¨

Cracks me up!  I did feel a little awkward there.. haha!


Welcome to Madrid!

Oh where to begin... I don't even know.

Leaving Seville wasn't too hard for me. It was a great school (the best one yet until Madrid), but nothing special really attracted me to Seville (not like Cadiz!) Saturday I arrived to this massive size city, the capitol of Spain, Madrid... (holy BIG!)... I had to find the metro, then get off on Calle Gran Via, find the hostal that had my flat keys, then get back on the metro... and then find my flat. I took a detour for sure trying to find my way around, but I found it!! First, I was totally disgusted. I have been staying with families and I immediately wished i had stayed with one in Madrid. I had no sheets or blankets, the kitchen was gross, the bathrooms were sick... I didn't even know which room was mine (there are like 7 rooms in this flat)... but then as I was standing in the hallway wondering if I should just move into any room, a maid showed up. I love her. She cleaned the house for me and gave me clean linens for the bed and made it feel somewhat liveable. (I cleaned out the fridge though today, the smell was too bad for me to even think of putting my food in there.. ewwww rotting food!)

After I moved in, I was off to find Marcos and Paco. My two favorite set of twins in Spain (the only set of twins I know!). They had arrived here by bus from Cadiz early in the morning and had been standing in line to get into a concert since 8 am!! Ok, so yeah, we do this in America, but it was FREEZING COLD.. and the concert wasn't until like 8pm.. thats um 12 hours of Tom Freezin' weather.. COME ON! (R.I.P Tom (only Terry, Fredo and Barbie will understand this joke, ask them if you need to know).

Marcos and I ventured out into the city and explored some of the area where we were. This city is huge. I am all cathedraled and museumed out though. I just am slightly bored of them.... so after finding ways to entertain ourselves... we made our way back to the line, got me a ticket and in the doors. Two bands opened, the first I can't remember their name and the second was a band from Holland called Delain. I thought I was going to really like Delain after her first song. She reminded me of Twilight, a song that might be in the movie, but then after her 3rd song, it was like a broken record. Sonata Arctica was the main band. The lead singer is nuts, but I like him. He is just so random, and poor guy was just overcoming the swine flu. In fact, most of the band was sick and they cancelled two shows after the Madrid one. All of these bands are head banging bands but at the same time not like craziness.. (like Snapcase where they sound like weird monsters yelling into microphones and you can't understand anything and you leave the concert with that horrible rining in your ear, no they weren't like that). They were the type of hard rock though that you could still understand their lyrics, and it was nice as they incorporated "pretty" music that made it all "oohh life is good, lets get lost in thoughts now". It was really random to be there, and then to actually like it was even more cool. Here I was in Madrid, Spain, at a band I never knew existed, surrounded by people wearing mostly all black, black hair, black face make up, spikes around their necks, and I was like this glowing night light in the middle of the crowd with my ridiculously blonde hair and pale face. Funny, huh? Here are some pictures:

Leader singer in green... amazing guitar/keyboard
player to the far right, was trained professionally
 in classical music, his solo was quite amazing!!

Rocking out at the concert... (That's Marcos, not to be consued with Paco!)

Sunday I met Marcos at Plaza Espana, (Paco went home in early in the morning), and we played tourist for the day. We wandered all over.... from Starbucks where we started with warm chais, to pretty gardens and museums that we just looked at the entrance and said "nah, we don't want to pay". Madrid is way expensive. This I don't like. I'm running out of money, and I honestly don't know where it's going... Oh well, such is life... that's what money is for right? To be spent! (or saved for a rainy day!)  It was also raining for most of the are some pictures:

Famous painter called Velázquez in Spain.
(I look like a blue berry with that hat on, don't I?)

I crack myself up!  This was in the green house at the gardens...
 i couldn't resist playing with it somehow.

Don Quijote .... (and me)

Rosie you know how you make that funny face that I like, and how I make my funny face with my teeth. Terry we do it together too, where you dry your teeth and tuck your lips up... so stupid. Marcos and Paco do that to each other two, except both do what I do... isn't that funny. I was cracking up the first time I saw them do it to each other (they were like ten feet away waving with that face expression on), I totally thought of us!! Here is a picture:

We look like freaks! school is so far great. I feel like I am learning the most in this school, and I've only been to class one day. I just understood my teachers better... maybe I'm finally catching on!? I don't know.... oh wait, I know, it's because I was in the south of Spain where they talk like Aliens from another planet and that is why I couldn't understand anyone!! And finally I learned how to start talking "past tense". For the love of all that is holy, it's about time!! Now when someone asks me what I did yesterday, instead of me saying "i go to market, and i buy food. i go to bar with friends and i drink a beer." I can say "I WENT to the market and BOUGHT food. I WENT to the bar and I DRANK a beer." or whatever I did that day.

At as I finish off this blog I will leave you with the top ten reasons Spain is totally different than the USA:

10. They eat nothing but toast and tea/coffee in the morning, which leaves me starving within an hour... where is my EGGS AND BACON!

9. They touch you a lot when they talk to you. (Um, stop feeling me up already!! geez!)

8. They eat dinner super super late in the evening... like 10pm or even later for some.  Which means when I'm going to bed, people are clanking pots and pans next door and keeping me up.  (love ear plugs)

7. When they party, they stay out til 6 am. My head hurts.

6. Everyone smokes... really?!? Really people? Cuando una fuma, fumamos todos. This means When one smokes, we all smoke. I saw this sign by the train station and thought to myself "Your anti-tobacco ads are NOT WORKING!!!" And you can smoke anywhere!! 

5. Everything closes down from about 2pm to 5pm. They call this siesta. Boutiques, flower shops, shoe stores, whatever, some cafe's (most cafe's stay open), turn off their lights, lock their doors and go home to sleep. It's like nap time for adults. I like this concept. We all should take naps!

4. In the USA when you are at a cafe or restaurant, you pay either before at the counter (like a coffee shop) or the waitress will come and say "anything else? no? okay, heres the check (now get out)" that they can make more money on the next batch of people wanting to sit down. Here, nope, you have to ask to pay... I haven't been given the check voluntarly yet. "No rush, no rush little lady, drink and be merry!"

3. Everyone is always late by at least 5 minutes (including my teachers and class times, etc). Puncutality is just not common here. Which makes me look like such a brown nosing, suck up, as I am always ten minutes early!

2. When you buy vegatables or fruit, there is a secret to it and I don't know the secret yet. I think I'm supposed to weigh the fruit and maybe print out a price, but I have searched high and low for some kind of machine/directions, SOMETHING so that I can buy something HEALHTY, but nope, can't find it. Everytime I go the grocery store and try to buy a kiwi or an apple, they say something really fast to me, and i never catch it, and then the kind of get this scowl on their face and put the fruit aside, and won't sell it to me. :( Jerks, they probably eat McDonalds and just want to piss me off by not allowing me to have good food....which speaking of, I had McDonalds for the first time in ages, how do people eat that stuff?)

and the number 1 reason "i'm not in Kansas anymore"....

1. They speak this entirely other random super hard language called Spanish.... dangit.. no wonder I'm clueless here!! hmmm.....
I have three more days of class, then a weekend in Madrid... (i have no idea what I will do.. maybe go to another city for the night or day or?!?) and then I come home on Monday.
I will update you if anything amazingly awesome happens!!
ps.  Things I'm looking forward to when I get home. 
New Moon, my bed, a dryer, my food, my house (but those carpet beetle bastards better be gone!), and being able to pick up the phone to call my family and friends!