Un Teenager Normal?

Today I made my first attempt to assimilate into the life of a normal Spanish teenager. One of my neighbors has a 15 year old neice, and she set us up to go to the movies together. The neice (Olga) brought along a friend of hers, Barbara. The three of us went to the movie theater and watched "He's Just Not That Into You," except it was "Que Les Pasa a Los Hombres." The whole thing was dubbed in Spanish, but I think I got the jist of it (it was about cows, right? lol). The theater was BEAUTIFUL! It was huge, and had several lounges, it might as well have been a dance club the decor was so nice and comfortable. When I commented on how nice it was, Olga replied that the movie thater had two parts, and this was the less nice one. The other one must have been Hilton status.

After the movie, Olga, Barbara, and I rode the metro to another shopping center. It was my first time on the Madrid metro, very exciting. My host mom then picked me up, and told me that in time, she would show me how to take the metro to my school, mall, theater, etc. For now, I will stick to traveling with my host family and the people they set me up with. Being lost in Madrid is the last thing I need lol.

Gazpacho
n. cold, tomato, V8-like, soup
1. Really gross
2. Chloe tried eating today, once was enough.

People here eat a lot of bread. My sister Cristina was eating messily and my mom yelled at her "usar tu pan!" meaning, use your bread. This was said as opposed to the usual "Use your fork/knife/spoon!" Bread is a utensil.

On a non-Spain related note, my play "In Conclusion" was in the semi-finals for the CA Young Playwright's Competition. Unfortunately, that is as far as it is going. Screw them, I have bigger things to worry about, and I'm done crying.

Love Chloe