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Galicia Profunda (Pontevedra, Ourense, and a little bit of Lugo)

El tiempo vuela…

 

Plaza America (Vigo).

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were a wonderful time nonetheless and it was great to spend time with the grandparents and hear their stories of when they lived in New York.  Andrea was positively hyper due to gifts from Papa Noel and the sugar rush from all of the turron.  A day later, it was time to bid farewell to everyone (and avoid an Iberia strike) and head back to the US.  Saying goodbye at the airport was extremely difficult (we were all crying), but I try to remember that it is not a true goodbye and I will see my Spanish family again sooner than I expect.

A Day in the Life…

What a busy week it has been!  I’ve just completed my first week of classes; it’s mentally exhausting to sit in class for 4+ hours every day, trying to absorb as much information as possible.  Most of the time, I need an afternoon nap to feel refreshed enough to tackle the assignments and review my notes.  It’s really important that I do not fall behind though – on August 19, the Cervantes Institute administers an exam for a certificate in Spanish (DELE) that is globally recognized.  If I want to study at IE in Madrid for a semester, I need to pass this exam!

 

In the midst of all of the studying, I’ve been able to go on a few small excursions in Vigo and Gondomar.  The pictures below were taken at the Count of Gondomar’s mansion.  The mansion was constructed in the 16th century; the park and surroundings have the feel of an old horror movie (especially since we visited at dusk).  It’s a shame that the buildings have not been maintained over the years; I believe that the property could make for a great museum.

Oriana knows of the best places to find churros in Vigo.

 

 

Speaking of hiking through parks, I’m convinced that walking around Galicia is better for you than a P90X workout.  All I do is walk up hills with a minimum of a 30 degree grade (or so it seems).  At least I can be one of those parents that will tell their kids, “When I was your age, I walked uphill to class, 6 kilometers under the beating hot sun…”

 

Ah yes, and I’ve been eating very well.  Jose, the father of the host family, is an outstanding cook.  We’ve made a deal that he will teach me a few of his specialties (apparently top-secret) if I do the cooking one day.  No pressure or anything!