So we officially survived our first country and made it out of England alive and with a new-found tendency to say certain words with slight British accents. We spent two days doing the tourist thing, walking around London, learning how to ride the Tube and the double decker buses with our royal wedding edition "oyster cards", checking out Buckingham Palace, and touring the Tower of London (where they keep some serious bling..500 carat diamonds anyone?). The rest of our time we spent reminiscing on our high school days.. helping Reilly, one of the boys who we were staying with, shop for prom and graduation and discussing all the latest school prama (aka prom drama...thanks for that Caitlyn). One of the nights we went "pubbing" with the Doorises [their name is officially the most difficult to pluralize] and ended up at a place called Tex-Mex [you know going the culturally diverse route and getting margaritas] where they have over 150 different types of shooters and the rowdiest customers don sombreros. Oh and last night after grabbing dinner in SoHo with some friends [Collin and our new friend Chivé], we got conned into buying 10 dollars worth of frozen yogurt at this place called Snog [this place frightened Chivé who refused to go in] ...thanks in part to the fact that we couldn't understand what the lady behind the counter was saying [who says British isnt another language?].
But adjusting to looking the opposite way when crossing the street and deciphering the British lingo was a cake walk compared to what Caitlyn and I have experienced in the past 12 hours. We arrived in Valencia at 12 o clock today 1) a day earlier than everybody else in the group 2) Still without phones and 3) not knowing where to go or how to get there. Using our less than stellar Spanglish [today i managed to ask our sister what classes she drank and demanded that our Mama do my laundry at that every moment...ooooppsie] we somehow managed to get to our host family's house and settled in. The family has been very welcoming and so nice but they speak no English whatsover so we've had to butcher our way through many a conversation already...with lots of nods, smiles, and "I have no clue what you just said" looks. We have several housemates..a cute little dog named CoCo a cat named Gris who likes to run away and jump out windows so we have to be on the lookout, a little baby turtle whose name we do not know[es una tortuga!], and a 22-year old peer daughter ["peer daughter" lol] who's name has already escaped us [BUT IS SO COOL shes going to take us out when she is done with exams and seems to be the only family member that understand we need to be spoken to about 5 times slower] The food here is soo good which is such [like suuuuuchhhh] a problem. And Caitlyn and I have no clue how to say "I'm full" in Spanish so all we can do is eat more. Looks like its time to accidentally get lost in Valencia and go for another 6 mile run. To say that we are out of our element would be an understatement but even though Caitlyn confuses her French, Spanish, and God knows what other language she thinks in, all too often and I can't understand half the words they say with the Spanish "th" we survived our first day and are already 5 pounds heavier than when arrived.
Tomorrow we go to LA PLAYA and get tan. Our host family already made me go to the pharmacy to get SPF 50 sunscreen so no worries there [they literally forced her to buy 30 dollar sunscreen because they think she is so pale]. That's all for now...Sorry I suck at blogging.
¡Adios Amigos!
Victoria
(y Catalina the editor...i put my comments in [brackets])
obviously Tory put up the suuuuuper cute pic of herself and my foolish ones...
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