La vida loca

I love being in Spain. The culture is amazing, the people are so loving, I really do feel comfortable. It is often surreal to think about actually being here. It's sad that I'm on the down swing of my time here. 6 weeks is just too short to get everything accomplished.

Life is a little funny sometimes. Ever since watching Grease a million times with my best friend in elementary school, the "summer love" has always been an illusory concept. I wonder if we're really capable of just having a purposeful temporary romance. ... we'll see how it goes. How did Mary Kate and Ashley do it on all their travels? (Yes, I just made an Olsen twin reference, and I'm not ashamed of it).

Furthermore, cross-culture dating is an interesting concept. It is much more common in today's world because wherever you go there is a mix of cultures. If the pure Spaniards just stuck to their culture, the future would be pretty bleak for them... I really wonder how culture perceptions and customs affect our relationships, on any level. Even being someone who has lived in a different culture or has combined two cultures into one, sometimes I just don't understand the way some people think.

I've also decided I'm a hypocrite. Not on purpose, but I am. For some things I couldn't care less what other people think of me, but in other things, I'm very aware of what other people think. This has become very apparent in the last few days. (I'm just not a good dancer... what can I say? ... no Latin blood, but I did learn that if you're pretty enough, it doesn't matter if you can dance or not...)

This has become a hodgepodge of my Spanish thoughts and I probably shouldn't publish it, but seeing as I don't think anyone reads my blog, I don't really care.