i've got, what, ten minutes?

Yeah, I have ten minutes. And in that time, I will post another blog. And no, I haven't left yet. In fact, I am safely buried underground, tapping away in the undergraduate library, sipping an expensive cup of coffee that I really should not have bought. Being a huge fan of 'dollar cups,' as I lovingly call them, this $2 espresso royale coffee is doing nothing to ease the guilt of spending my parent's money (even though it is 'fair trade' thus easing the minor pangs of guilt I feel toward third-world countries).

Oh no.

Has my blog turned into one of those navel-gazing, self-absorbed blogs, that discusses (read with airy, obnoxiously pretentious voice) "my journey"? Bleh. I'll try to avoid that.

Really, what I am writing about is the newly acquired information of my stay in Spain. The fact is that I now know my host family. Yes. I have a name. And an address, which I immediately google-mapped, only to find that it just appears to be a orange roofed house about a mile and a half from my school.

Yup. I'm creepy. I google-mapped. I love google. In fact, one could argue, I am developing a bit of crush on the company.

But on to more important things, I have a name. I have a family, a mom, a dad, a son who works, a daughter who is married but still comes over for dinner. A family that loves theater, and runs a shop, and that considered themselves 'cultured.'

I can only deduce that they read my letter to them, a brief intro about me which outlined the basics:

1. I was born in Russia, I came to America when I was a year old
2. I like to draw, and I like Art History, and museums
3. I like to cook, I like dogs, I like kids
4. I am shy at first, loud later.

And maybe my (Spanish) family, after seeing number 2, realized they should explain that they themselves are also 'cultured people.' But, alas, I have stumbled upon a problem. I am not a 'cultured people.' I watch VH1 reality shows, and eat fried chicken. Sure, I like museums, I want to devote my life to them, but I still love me some mashed potatoes and cherry pie. So...let's hope that they are 'cultured' like I am 'cultured' which is moderately, at best.