That one time my water broke. Olivia and I were sitting in our room when out of nowhere my water broke. Water started spraying everywhere. I thought it was gas, so I ran for the window. The water hit Olivia in the back of the head like a bullet, and she didn't know what to do, so she ran after me towards the window. When we got to the window, the hysteria of my water breaking had died down. We had a couple seconds to think, and we started thinking about what we should do. We needed to cover up the water, so that it didn't spray every where and flood our apartment. I started putting blankets and towels over it, including my Snuggie! When I did this, it just sprayed another direction. The force was so strong it knocked a glass off our desk, and it broke on the floor. I never would have thought that my water, well, our hot water heater would suddenly break. We started yelling for our host mom, and she tried to get in, but the force was strong with this one. So, she could only get her arms in. At this point, I was drenched, our room was soaked, and the water started flooding down the hallway into the kitchen. The only think we could do was cover up the jet stream, and wait until there was no water left. After the hot water heater ran out of water, there was a small watering hole in our apartment. Olivia was the water-soaked cat trying to jump from furniture to furniture, trying to avoid the puddles. I was the water-soaked hobo, quickly trying to pick items off the floor to stuff them in a bag. In the end, the radiator claimed the life of my Snuggie and a cup that it knocked off my desk. This blog is dedicate to my Snuggie. Thank you for giving your life for the cause. Here's a video, there's actually water on the ground too. You just can't tell because our light bulbs were broken too. Miz Mak
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Can you believe that they don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Spain? I don't understand why Spain wouldn't celebrate the feast between British pilgrims and Native Americans. It's not like Spain lost American territory to Great Britain. They're just rude.
Not only do Spaniards not celebrate this holiday, but my professor gave me a test on Thanksgiving too! I've never had class on Thanksgiving, much less a test. Then, after the test, she shows a video of food. Now, she's just taunting me, because she knows that people from the USA are very passionate about food. We may not have many other passions, but we don't mess around when it comes to food. We're so passionate about food, that we expect free refills at every restaurant and movie theater. The first time I went to a move theater, I asked the guy at the concession if they give free refills. He stared at me with a very confused look. I tried to explain it the best I could in Spanish, but he just didn't understand. Then, one of my native Spanish speaker friends told me that there isn't even a word for refill. Excuse me while I quietly walk away crying. Someone finally answered my prayers late Thanksgiving, when we found a restaurant that serves Thanksgiving dinner. There was no way I was going to eat chicken on Thanksgiving. It would be offensive to the turkey Gods. Although, we weren't able to eat until 10:30 pm, but I kept telling my stomach that it would be worth it, and it was! Why? They gave us free refills! Even though I wasn't able to spend time with my family on Thanksgiving, I was still able to eat my traditional food. We all know that's the purpose of Thanksgiving anyway. If you're in Spain during Thanksgiving for some odd reason, either pack up and go home, or go to "La Gringa." It was actually better food than my mom makes. Sorry, mom. Don't forget that 90% of my blogs are sarcasm. Happy Thanksgiving! Miz Mak |
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