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Mis Clases Y Trabajo


En mi primer lunes tenía una entrevista para mi puesto de interno en Glamour . Estaba nerviosa porque mi español no es muy fuerte. Pero hice okay. Era más de una instrucción de mis responsibilidades que una entrevista. También, empecé trabajando entonces. [Más sobre este aquí.]

Las clases en el Instituto empezaron en lunes también. Obviamente, no podía ir porque tenía trabajo, pero mis profesores lo sabían. Las clases que estoy tomando son Cine Española, Arte en los museos de Madrid y Novela contemporania Española. Entonces puedo asimilar toda la cultura por mirando, viendo y leyendo.

De todos modos, esta tópica es aburrida - más sobre España:

Aquí, no se dice "bien" o "bueno" - se dice "vale." No se dice "qué", pero "cómo". No "lo siento", es "perdón".
Se come muy tarde. Casi nada para desayunar, cafe con leche (mmmm) y una tostada o cookie. Se tiene cereal, pero todo tiene chocolate, incluyendo Special K. Mediodía es a las dos o, más frequentamente, a las tres. Se cena a las nueve. Tengo hambre todo al día. Los niños quien vivo con son despiertan hasta once de la noche. Se marcha MUY tarde. Medianoche es temprano. Y se queda fuera hasta seis de la mañana, porque lo es cuando el tren empieza. Todo al mundo esta cerrado de uno hasta tres por la tarde, porque es mediodía - siesta.

Y ¿qué más? No lo sé porque tengo hambre y estoy cansada. ¡Hasta luego!

The first Monday I had an interview for my internship at Glamour. I was nervous because my Spanish still isn't very strong, but it turned out to be more of an explanation of my duties than an interview. I started working right afterward.

The classes at the Instituto also began, but obviously couldn't go because I was working. But my professors already knew about this. I'm taking Spanish cinema, Art in the museums of Madrid and Contemporary Spanish novel. So I'll be absorbing the culture by watching, looking and reading.

But, enough of these boring details; more about Spain:

Here, you don't say "bien" or "bueno" (good, okay) - you say "vale" (that/it works). You don't say "qué" (what), but "cómo" (how). Not "lo siento" (I'm sorry), it's "perdón" (pardon).
They eat really late. Almost nothing for breakfast, coffee with milk and toast or a cookie. They have cereal, but it's more of a dessert. All of it has chocolate in it, even Special K. Lunch is at 2 at the earliest, usually 3. And dinner is at 9. So, I'm hungry all day. The kids that I live with are always up really late, until 11 or so. Spaniards go out REALLY late. To go out at midnight is considered early. And they stay out until 6, when the trains start running. Everything is closed in the afternoon from 1 to 3 for the siesta.

And, what else...? I don't know because I'm hungry and tired. Later!

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