the who

(I promise this will be shorter than the last little story.) :)

For those interested in who I am living with... here are a few pictures!

First of all... for some reason, being an alien in a foreign country makes you prone to being a moron. I'm not only finding this out as far as language difficulties go (ie it is a personal opinion of mine, that if you hear someone stuttering through trying to speak your language, you immediately assume they are dumb... first you may disagree, but think about it... i'm right)... but also in simply living life. Here is a picture of me from the first week of being here where I was getting food from the frigadero and ended up dumping pineapple juice all over the floor. I'm dumb.

Not to worry though, that misfortune was preceded by Beth's accident of putting entirely too much soap in the washing machine which cause a huge overflow of bubbles with which we were able to mop the floor. Sweet.

So we comprise the silly Americans trying to survive adapting to a new culture. Thank the good Lord for the grace and help from my two compañeras españolas, Sylvia and Mari (short for María Ángeles or Marian).

In the picture to the bottom left, Sylvia is posing in the pink on the left. She is (I think) 27 years old. She's from Barcelona and has only lived in Sevilla about 2 months longer than us. She is a fairly well known Christian singer with a beautiful voice, two CDs, and the sweetest novio who live just outside town. I think she works with Intervarsity here at the university. She cooks very well and feeds me. :)

Mari, on the right, is 29. She's originally from Málaga, but has lived in Sevilla for a few years now. She works with youth through Campus Crusade at a church across town. She makes me laugh because she loves (downloading) and watching American television shows and movies all the time. She has the FUNNIEST ring on her telephone... it literally is a female voice singing "ring, ring, ring... riiiiiiiiiiiiiing" in this soulful Whitney Houston-esque style. What?

Already I can tell that they are some of the most ridiculously passionate people I've ever met (which is saying a lot... I mean, I know some passionate people, me probably being one of them.) They both are like big sisters looking out for Beth and me, and we're already so comfortable together. The other night after watched a silly girly movie, we downloaded the Elton John song "Don't Go Breaking My Heart," looked up the lyrics online, and sang it karioke style (hys-TER-ical to hear with a Spanish accent). We've decided we want to do a monthly "American night" where we drink Coke, eat pizza, pancakes, and cookies. I'm there.

Finally, here is a photo of the four of us together taken through the window of our piso. Don't ask, who knows? We're weird. I'll fit in just fine. :)