I am taking language classes at a school called CELEC in a beautiful neighborhood outside the downtown area of the city. I either take the bus in the morning (Oh hey--it's the N3!!!!!!!!!! (This is what I always say when I see a bus I know)) or I am driven by Flor who works in the same area at thesame time. I have class for three hours in the morning, with two different teachers so I don't get too accustomed to one voice. I think I am learning a lot and I am looking forward to next week when I will have class for four hours every morning with another student from Austria. A lot of what we learn in US Spanish classes is Spanish from Spain so it is very vexing to discover that I have to relearn something because only one of the twenty one Spanish speaking countries actually uses it!!! My teachers are both very nice and teach in Spanish which I like a lot. All of the little phrases teachers use such as "go to this page" or "read this out loud" are easy to understand in Spanish and there is no reason to say those things in English! One of the exercises I have been doing is writing about my day what I do in the afternoon, then my teacher and I edit it the next day. The following is my entry from Wednesday (everything is in present tense because that was what I was supposed to practice that day. also it is sans accents):
Miercoles
Tomo el colectivo a la una de la tarde. Voy lejos de mi casa y me pierdo, pero salgo del omnibus y encuentro la casa en ¡cinco minutos! Despues, amuerzo. Como dos huevos, una zanahoria, y pastek con fruta. El pastel es muy feo, pero me gustan mucho las zanahorias. Despes, quiro dormir pero como el tiempo estaba bueno, camino a la sinagoa de Cordoba. ME gusta veo las tiendas y a la gente mientras estoy caminando. Pero caudo llego a la esquina de la sinagoga ¡no esta alli! ¡Mi mapa esta incorrecto! Camino en el area y despues de trienta minutos, loencuentro. Pero la sinagoga no esta abierta. Busco y busco pero no puedo encontrar niguna puerta. Tomo does fotos con mi camera (porque el edificio es muy lindo) y salgo. Durante el camino a mi casa encuentro un kiosco con mi nombre--El Kiosco Esther. Llego al departamento a las seis de la tarde, como una pera, y empiezo mi tarea.
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