Magosto

Hellooooo.
I don't have much time to blog at home anymore....so I have taken to blogging in class because because I have nothing better to do with myself.
I am currently in Gallego, which is slightly disheartening me because I just came from my cozy-super-warm-sunlit Latin classroom. Today, I blew through two chapters about wolves and slaves in old Rome. I was really into it today.
Today.
Today is Tuesday. Ugh. Ew.
Literally got up at 7am so that my hermanita could shower. That is very early for me here, don't judge.
In gym today, Olivia pretended to be sick and she definitely picked a really good day to skip because apparently there was something that we had to do on a blog in Gallego and I didn't have it done along with another girl in my class sooooo we had to run....literally for a half hour.
Me duele las piernas...mucho.
And then we played baseball....Spanish-style.
There were two pitchers...one to catch the ball and one to actually throw the ball, and the whole "baseball diamond" thing was just a grand catastrophe.

Okay sooooo, Magosto.
Here's a little history for ya'll.
Apparently here in Galicia, when everyone was poor a long long time ago, they survived on chestnuts.
So today, whatever the date is, I never know anymore, they have a day to celebrate the chestnuts called Magosto.
On Tuesdays, as you know by now, we have two classes after school ends.
Today, however, we had a chestnut party.
Yes.
A chestnut party.
Most of the people in my grade didn't go. Most of the boys, but none of my girlfriends.
Sooooo I ended up hanging out with Milena, the girl from Switzerland, the entire time.
I really enjoyed talking with her. We sat outside and watched the boys play a strange game that's like volleyball but you can't use your arms to bump the ball over the net. We talked about so many things; our first days here, the weird things that people have said to us, things about home and the language and how we feel about all the changes and such.
After we had our litttle shindig on the curb behind the makeshift net thing that the boys were using, we ate some castañas and talked with Pablo, Iván, Raúl, the boy in her class who talked to me and Olivia on our very first day, Sergito, Brais, and even the little baby 17 year-old.
I really hate the castañas, they taste horrendous to me.