Welpp, it's 11:40pm, but I think I can squeeze out a witty and lista (clever) blog post before the Día de Los Difuntos is ya está.
Today we didn't have school, and tomorrow tampoco!
What a lovely opportunity to sleep my life away, which is all I ask for here sometimes......
We drove to Orense this afternoon to the cemetario that holds Iria's padre and I met her whole family and there was a big ceremony in the middle of the cemetery. I understood everythaang, score points for me....except for the Galician songs. Gallego is a combo of Spanish and Portuguese. My host mother is a teacher of Gallego. One day I will be a fluent Gallego speaker. Everybody likes to tell me that when I go home to America, I'll have a Galician accent, but I always have to tell them that nobody in America will even know if I'm speaking Spanish or French or German because I literally had friends say "Isn't Spain in Mexico?" "Do they speak Spanish in Spain?"
I also entertain the gente by singing the national anthem and saying the Pledge of Allegiance......which people tell me is really stupid.
It is a little silly, isn't it?
I hear plenty of insults about America, but I can always understand why. We do come across as rather nationalistic because nobody knows anything or wants to know anything about the rest of the world but the rest of the world knows "everything" about America.
Then again, everyone wants to have a visit.
It's really not that great, so be sure to visit somewhere like Hawaii or New York. Personally I would suggest Italy or France or Greece or something.
We're all the same people.
We just eat different things and say different words.
Some of us eat pomegranate seeds, some of us welcome each other as a response to "thanks".
Qué profundo.
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