my old man friend and death by lasagna.

October 3, 2011

I hung out with my old man friend Manuel again. I ran into him on my way to class this week and he asked me if I wanted to get coffee on Friday. It was nice. He showed me this really pretty garden that I had never been to behind the cathedral. I’m probably going to start going there to read.  He also showed me some more buildings in Salamanca and explained to me their architected. (i.e. La Casa de los Muertos). We also went out for tapas and wine. We went to this little bar that is right below where I had my intensive class. I had no idea there was a bar below the school. Only in Spain. Come to find out he is a retired professor from the University of Salamanca. He used to teach history and art history classes. He was telling me that he bought a book that claims to teach ‘English in 15 days.’ He said that he has always wanted to learn English and he suggested that if he starts learning more he would try to speak to me in English and I could speak to him in Spanish so we could both practice our languages.

On another note, I think my host padre tried to kill me. I was the only one home for lunch because my madre was getting her hair done and Claire had class late. He gave me a piece of lasagna and it was perfect. At first he tried to give me more before I was done with the first piece and I told him that I was full so he sat back down. I was like ‘yeah, Ricardo is on my side. Hes not going to force me to eat more than I can handle like my madre does.’ The next thing I know he is scooping a five pound piece of lasagna on my plate. I almost cried. I literally ate my weight in lasagna. I had to take a nap afterwards it was so bad. I hate lasagna day.