Overwhelmed

So I figured I'd jump on and write something about yesterday seeing as it was extremely overwhelming. I thought it was going to be a normal saturday, but their grandson had been sick (he's 7 and loves playing hacky sac with me) so he was staying with us for the weekend. I ended up watching Indian in the Cupboard movie (in spanish of course) and then just hanging out. We had lunch as usual and before I knew it the grandson's whole family was there eating with us! They aren't the most patient side of the family with regards to my language barrier. They'll be in the middle of a conversation that I can't follow and suddenly turn to me and ask a question really fast. Needless to say i just sit there, smile, and just giggle out of stupidity. Then they all laugh and I'm sure say something about me that I don't understand. That's a typical weekend afternoon here so i'm getting used to it but yesterday was different. I had just finished my lunch when their other son's entire family showed up. Without even having time to breath and prepare my mind for the spanish that was about to bombard me I was being kissed and greeted and questioned from every direction. I sat there eyes wide, there was a very awkward silent pause, and then they all just started laughing. Another grandson, I'm guessing in the last few years of high school, ran hom (about 3 blocks) and grabbed his english homework and before I knew it I was tutoring this poor spanish boy tenses in english that i didn't even know existed! It worked out perfectly though because he was learning the same things I had just learned in my class so i whipped out my notes (luckily these are in spanish) and taught him when to use the "Present Simple" "Present Continuous" and "Past Simple" tenses in english while I myself learned the differece! Everyone else was finishing eating and when we finished i looked up and the table had been cleared and all i saw were two giant bottles of rum and a can of coke (clearly not an equal ratio of coke to rum). I slowly slid my cell phone out of my pocket and texted my friend telling him that i couldn't meet him at the irish bar because there was going to be a family party that i couldn't miss! Unfortunately, only about 5 shots worth of rum were poured into different glasses (none of which ended up in mine, damn) and they started describing Semana Santa (Easter Week) to me. I found out that one son and grandson were very involved in the processions and said when i get back from Rome i can go with them around the city! The grandson wears one of those crazy KKK outfits so I told him since I taught him English he has to let me take a picture of him in it. I might convince him to let me put it on, but i'll wait until my spanish improves.

Other than that, I'm just hanging out today since Sunday is pretty dead in Sevilla, but I have plenty of homework to keep me occupied. I hope all is well in the states and I'll start posting my travel adventures soon!

Miss and Love you all,

Zukis