Then This Day Happened

This day...
It was filled with so much and I felt so much. I'm exhausted by it. Here is how the day went. Had my normal 10am class then went to my 12pm. My 12pm is about post colonial and I enjoyed it so much. Its more a theory class then anything else. We talked about being the minority and ethnicity. It was so strange to hear about the Spaniard's experience in this because the majority had never felt singled out. I was amazed but not shocked. We had to get into groups to discuss it. One girl in the group was from Slovakia, two were Spaniards, and then my friend Mag who is korean and then me. Ha our group in itself was minority. I chose to not speak this class period because I wanted to get a feel for the class. The feeling the class gave me was like nothing I had experienced. After class Mag and I went to a Cafateria. We talked about great things. We dug into gay marriage and drugs. Haha, classic conversations, huh? For a moment we talked about my mom because I was eating dessert. For some odd reason I have been missing my Mom more than I would of in the States. Though, it isn't a time consuming missing. It's more like a thought that crosses my mind in the day and then disappears. On the way home I cried a bit. Not because I was really sad or anything but because I would of loved to tell my mom about what I am doing. How independent I am. I wanted to tell her how better I am at conversation and communicating with people. So many grand things. When I got back home lunch was waiting for me. I dove into it and had a great bonding time with my host dad. He taught me some words, even some words I already knew. He kept telling me that the fruit would give you muscles...I'm not sure if I believe him. Then tonight was the first Bible study for the girls. In need of that I was. Talking about the Lord and hearing everyone's frustrations and difficulties just encouraged me. A lot of us deal with this loneliness problem. It hits after lunch. You can only do so much homework. Language is incredibly interesting to me. I would of enjoyed coming home and saying, "My day was great. My class was incredible...it totally suits me. Sorry about coming late for lunch, I lost track of time. But how was your day?" Instead the conversation is more one sided. Them talking in uncontrollable spanish and me speaking in very broken spanish with odd english conjunctions in the mix. I miss talking about my day and talking about someone else's day. I try to get my fill through Facebook but to be honest it just makes it worse. I told Mag last night that I am so excited to take our spanish classes that are in October. Vocab can only get you so far.
Today I decided for sure that I am quitting smoking. My brain already hurts thinking about it to be honest. I love the taste and love the way it feels in my lungs. I like it especially on a cool morning...Oviedo has cool mornings. To be honest I'm not sure why I am quitting.
I came home after Bible study and mi mama says Voy a cocinar pescado. Music to my ears. Finally I get to eat some fish!! I like carne but ah I don't like so much of it. The other day I finally got across to mi mama that I like carne but not has much as I like fish. It was wonderful.
Everything kinda balances out, even though sometimes the bad things can get overwhelming or seem to be bigger than they are. I'm so thankful that I am called Beloved. Without God I don't think I could ever do this trip.