Blog de los buenos dichos

Este blog sera continuamente editado porque aqui pondre los dichos/apodos/ y pues todas las babosadas que se nos ocurran:

"¡Pero si no has comido nada!"

"Mira niña.."

"Putita culetazo"

"No por mucho tempranar amanece más madruga."

"No a mi no me gusta, yo no quiero"
"No a mi no me gusta, yo no quiero"
"No a mi no me gusta, yo no quiero"
"Hambre que da calambre"
"No hablamos cataluña"
"Somos extranjeras"
"I just have to make it to my bed"
"Are you okay pendeja?"
"Vas pa'rriba?"
"¡A la bestia!---Cual bestia?"
"¡A huevo!---Frito o cocido?"
"You want some of this ¬¬"
"LIKE A BOSS"
"Mind the gap"
"OY"

Forever Alone Day in Madrid

Valentine's day is just another holiday for people to show their loved ones that you actually care. Being so far away from the motherland, it makes you appreciate the little things a whole lot more. Forget the flowers, chocolates, stuffed bears, or what ever else people give away for V-day; all I wanted was MEXICAN FOOD.If I could just get my fix, it would be one of the best Valentine's, luckily for me it did happened. We met these girls from Tejas (way I like to say) and they took us to La Mordida, located in Madrid. My oh my, it was a little home away from home. The food was actually better then what I had expected, they even had horchata and jamaica. We laughed, sang, took some chupitos, and ate our little hearts out! This whole feast was worth those 27 euros I paid for it. I could feel the love coming for the food. 

  Thank you Pato for the pictures :)

Granada Take#1

We set off on an adventure to see the land of the gypsies, hear the soul of flamenco and to feel the greatness of La Alhambra. None of us knew what Granada would, and I must say it exceeded all of our expectations. The five hour drive now only seems as if it was a hop and a skip, unlike the never ending bus ride to Barcelona. It was a maze to get to our hostel, and all you could hear walking there were luggage wheels constantly bumping with the stones. This city was filled with narrow cobblestone streets, making it feel as if we were walking back in time. We get to our hostel tired, just ready to crash out. 

(View from our room)

Once we woke that friday we were ready to explore! The walking tour started at 11 am, we had to shower, get dressed, eat, and to think that 9 girls were able to pull that off by 11 am is something very impressive. Our tour guide was this quirky english man with a passion for history and dirty hair. He made Granada just so much more interesting, he even thought us the secret of flamenco.  

(The guide)

One thing I can be sure of in Spain, walking never ends no matter if you are in the city or in a small town. We walked the heck out of Granada, thats for sure. Even though the food is good in Spain theres a point in your stay that you just can't stand tapas anymore. Luckily we were in the right place for some good ol' Moroccan/Arabic/Greek food, I'm not sure whats the tag I would put on it. Couscous never tasted so good.  

(Couscous Dulce)

Now here comes the best part of Granada, La Alhambra, a sultan palace that was over taken by the Spanish queen. I don't blame her for wanting to live here it is just astonishing, I would rather live there then any other palace I have seen so far. It truly is a hidden beauty, up in the mountains that lights up at night giving such an amazing view. Those 5 hours of walking was just not enough to take it all in, there is just so much. I want to go back just so I can appreciate its beauty a bit more. 

(La Alhambra)

This was definitely one of the best weekends I have ever had, the people I went with are all just amazing individuals. They are my family away from home and I would not change it for anything. Awesome times with awesome people, the laughs we have every place we go will never be forgotten :)

(Our family breakfast)

La comida española

Desde el primer día que llegue a España empecé a extrañar la comida mexicana. Pero de todos modos la comida de aquí esta riquísima, especialmente la de mi señora (así le digo a mi madre postiza). Tortilla de patata, paella, churros, papa fritas, croquetas, chorizo, cocido, jamón serrano y pan mucho pan. Siempre me sorprende mi señora todos los días con las cosas nuevas que me cocina, pero a veces si me hace falta un poquito de salsa o al menos un chilito. 

DÍA A DÍA:

El desayuno en España consiste de un té o un café acompañado con un panecito y ya, muy diferente a los desayunos en México y en los Estados Unidos (huevos, frijoles, tortillas, salsa, cátsup, jugo, leche, etc…). Luego te esperas hasta las 2 de la tarde, la hora más común para la comida. Aquí seria la comida más pesada que consiste de un caldo o ensalada, el plato de carne/pollo/pescado, acompañado con pan, y por ultimo el postre. La fruta es el postre que se me hace más común, pero mi postre favorito que hace mi señora es el arroz con leche. Ya después de comer muy pero muy bien, es tiempo de la siesta, es LO MEJOR. Te duermes unas 2/3 horas, despiertas súper relax y con más energía. Ponle que ya son como la 6 de la tarde y ya es cuando te toca la merienda. Aquí ya es mas tu propia decisión lo que quieras comer, un cafecito acompañado con un panecito, una manzana, un yogur, como dije es TU decisión. La cena es un poco tarde en comparación de lo que estaba impuesta, aquí cenan hasta las 9-10 de la noche. Para entonces te cenas una rica tortilla de patata o lo que haya quedado de la comida, también una sopita caí bien a esta hora. Mi señora es experta en la cocina, no hay momento que no me sorprenda. Quede muy impresionada cuando me dice que todo… TODO… lo cocina ella misma, hasta la mayonesa. No me puedo quejar, me toco una cocinera/madre postiza estupenda! Joder que deliciosa la comida española peroooooo esta mejor la mexicana :) 

EN BARCELONA 

First blog from España!

It is almost a month that I have been living in Spain and I finally decide to sit and write about it. I guess its beter late then never, so far it has been good. Getting over the culture shock is the only downfall, who would of thought you could feel so foreign in a country where the language was something I was born with. 
The beginning: 
Off to Spain I went, it was the longest 9 hours of my life! Except the airplane food was really really good, or I was just that hungry. Now for the good part... TOUCHING SPANISH GROUND! Me and my fellow companion Erica were super jet-lagged and had the duty of embarking on an adventure just to find our luggage. After going to the bathroom, getting our passport stamped, we found an underground metro that took us to the entrance of the terminal. This is where we find the luggage area, we grab all of our stuff that weighed 1000 kg (just a guesstimation). Our tired bodies made it out to the entrance of the terminal, the architecture in this place is just amazing! Neither of us could remember what time we were getting picked up or where at. I tell her if we aren't picked up by 11 am we are getting a taxi. That never happened, thank you baby Jesus, we would have been more lost. Good thing I bought some wi-fi, for just a low price of 5 euros for 30 minutes and was able to read the email telling us about the pick up info. After waiting for a while, we find the adults responsible for our arrival. My brain could barely function by this time, I just knew I was on my way to Alcala to meet my host mom. Once we arrive at the plaza, you could just see a group of old ladies patiently waiting. That damn luggage seemed to get heavier every time you tried to pull it, it was the only thing slowing us (tired, hungry, college students) from our host families. Now we played the waiting game, it felt as if we were in elementary school all over again waiting to get picked by the cool kids to play kickball. 
Then I meet my mamá española, Soledad, she greets me with kisses on both cheeks and then rushes me to the nearest bus stop. Now remember I was hauling some serious luggage and the only thing running through my mind was, "why is this women rushing me!!" We ride the bus for only 5 minutes, and boom we arrive to my new home. She doesn't speak to me the entire way, and I just kept quiet. We get to the apartment complex and the elevator is tiny, but we manage to fit suitcase, me and her inside it. She turns to me and points then says, "ocho", really loud because she must of thought if she said the word loud enough I could understand her language. We get out of the elevator she turns and points again to a door then says, "B", in loud spanish of course. "Aqui es donde vives", she says to me, "Ah esta bien muchas gracias", I  tell her. Her face is in shock, why did I know spanish so well? My obvious answer is that I'm mexican, I could sense relief in the air. We stick all of my stuff in my room (beige walls, pink bed, with an awesome view), then the best part she feeds me some pasta with chorizo. After I finish eating I begin the habit I won't be able to get rid of when I go back to the states, LA SIESTA. I wake up a couple of hours later, still feeling super exhausted but I manage to put away all of my clothes in a closet and make myself feel some what more at home. My new mother comes to me and tells me we are going for a walk with some of her friends, of course I agree. She shows me around Alcala de Henares, a beautiful little town just waiting to be explored. Then she takes me to a place called El Tapon, a really cool and small bar. My first time I ever go into a bar with 3 women all of them over the age of 60. She buys me a beer and a bacon bocadillo (sandwhich). From then on I knew we would definitely get along very well.