I've been a busy bee over here in Spain the last two weeks. Last week was San Fermines (the running of the bulls) and this week I've been with the kids during the day and job and apartment hunting. Yes, there has been downtime to blog, but I've been using it to catch up on my sleep.
So, this isn't going to be a spectacular post just yet, but some pics from the wedding and a few comments. The San Fermines blog is coming and it will be crazy.
I had so much fun while I was home! Thanks to everyone for all the hugs and hellos. It's making me a little homesick now to think of it. Anyhow, here are some of my favorite pictures from the wedding week. Most of you know who everyone is, so I'll just post them for your viewing and add captions if I deem necessary...
We actually look sort of alike in that one, huh Whit? Maybe it's just the same skin tint that does it.
These next few I like to call my "rosey phase" similar to Picasso's "blue phase." However, where Picasso was depressed during his blue phase, I was just a little drunk during my rosey phase, and rosey cheeked, so all the pictures have me in them next to someone as I'm holding the camera out to take the snap... it's all Darby, all the time.
My mom's so pretty!
The morning after...
This is not my best face, but Pa Pete looked so cute I just had to put it.
What a great week! I think my favorite part was that we were all together all the time. Mom and Dad came out with us after all the events of the wedding and I got to talk to and get to know some of Kev's best friends from high school who I never had before. It's tough being Kevin Cave's little sister... but a little sister all grown up is a pretty good deal.I've had a couple strong pangs of miss-age the last couple days. I was telling mom how I was watching The Big Lebowski, in English, and it made me miss home. Just watching a movie in English did it to me, and the movie has nothing to do with Oregon. I wish I could be on the Sandy River and go swimming and have BBQs and go on runs and lay out in the sun and kick it with my friends.
But, I still love my life here too. San Fermines was amazing and I had a conversation with a girl from my team in Spanish the other day who I normally can't even understand so I feel like I'm improving. Last night Luis, Iñaki and I went on a picnic. We took a wrong turn and didn't end up sitting down to eat until like 11 and wound up back in my pueblo, Tajonar. It was pitch black out by then, and cold. I just kept laughing as we ate because of the situation. Cars would drive by and there we were on the side of the road at a stone table eating rice salad and an 8/10 tortilla.
The point is, I miss home, but I am actually feeling more comfortable here as far as life goes. Before, it was so awesome and everything was new and then for a while it was just hard to understand and speak and I was being so quiet in group situations. Now, maybe not tomorrow, but now, I know that I can talk if I want and be understood and understand if I ask questions and focus (how many times have I said that in this blog...?). It's a good feeling. I had a job interview, in Spanish, the other day, and I understood pretty much and answered back. But, I'm not that great yet. As Eduardo and Pilar always say to me, poco a poco.
Send me some updates from home when you have time. Miss and love you!
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