Not much going on...

Well, there hasn't been a whole lot going on here except for classes lately. We did however have a get together at our place one night. We had a good time.

Jenn's motto: Who needs a knife to butter bread when you can just melt the butter and then dip the bread in??

The horendous contraption that helps the construction workers wake us up at the crack of dawn.

I don't think they will be satisfied until they are making noise directly outside my window.

You can't see it very well, but after having been here for two months, I am still finding puppy hairs on my plate when I eat. (It is on the top middle of the plate:)

One night last week we all when out to a cidreria (or a cider cafe in english). Jenn has those pictures on her camera but as soon as I get them, you will too:)

Have a great week and don't work too hard. I miss you guys!!

Lazy Weekend

Well, this has been a nice relaxing weekend for me. Jenn was in Valencia and Reina left for Switzerland. So it was just me on Sat and Sun. I wasn't particularly productive, but I did get some stuff done.

I did get to do a little bit of spring cleaning. This is what was on the floor in my bedroom after it hadn't been swept for *gasp* two whole weeks. I have no idea why the floors get so dirty so fast here??

Saturday soccer games. This is the view out my kitchen window every Saturday afternoon. These people are obsessed with "futball."

Mmmmm.... I have recently discovered a new appreciation for french bread pizza:)

This one I almost didn't believe. I looked out the window this morning and saw snow for the first time since I got here...

I didn't feel very good today, but this was definetly enough to keep me from going to class...

La semana de pinchos:D

In case you were unaware, it is in fact Navarra's nineth anual Semana de Pinchos. What are pinchos you might be asking. Well, they are the little dishes that you get at the bar when you are hungry. Now for those of you who are a little confused about the difference between pinchos and tapas (and it is not difficult to get them confused), tapas are like an appitizer tray that you would order and share between you and your friends. Pinchos are a tiny little personal sized serving that you would eat by yourself. And the semana de pinchos is just a week were all the little bars around town get to showcase their best pinchos to the residents of Pamplona (and charge extra for them might I add). So the four of us went out for a night on the town to celebrate Justin's birthday and sample some of the culinary delights that Pamplona has to offer. Some were good, some were interesting, and some we just wont talk about...

The little flyer that they hand out that tells what all the bars have as their "plato degustacion" or their special of the week. There were 97 bars that participated, so all you had to do was walk down a street and you would find ten different places that you could eat at.

This was defenetly one of the interesting dishes. Eel with some kind of fish. I don't think I will ever forget slurping up eel like spaghetti. And what we affectionately refered to as the "duck bomb." It was duck meat with tiny little mushrooms in it.
Steak with noodles and sauce and mushed up zucchini with cheese. The steak and noodles were good. I wasn't wild about the zucchini, but luckily my pincho sharing partner for the evening was a vegitarian, so I didn't eat much of the veggie dishes:)
Tony, Justin (the birthday boy), and Reina my roomie.
Reina and I

I hope you guys enjoyed the pics:) I miss you all and I hope you have a good weekend!

Relaxing Weekend

This was a nice relaxing weekend in our flat:) And here is some documentation that I am really getting a lot done in Spain!!

Jenn cooking up some pancakes.
Face mask time:) Reina
Jenn
And myself, sorry I always look funny when I take my own picture:P
They are still working in our courtyard, making noise every morning bright and early.

Clase de cocinar... (cooking class)

I just finished the second week of my cooking class. It has been going well. Cooking here is defenetly nothing like cooking at home. First of all no one measures anything...ever. I am not kidding when I say that recipes actaully call for spoonfulls. Who really cares what size the spoon is...:) And now to the part that really sicked me out at first. No one is particularly concerned about germs here. Oh you just handled raw meat, just wipe your hands on a towel and don't worry, you can cut up veggies on that same cutting board with out washing it... riiight. I will never forget the first day of class. He handled raw meat, grabed a handful of salt out of the dish, sprinkled it on the meat...and then put the rest of the salt back in the dish... I almost had to run to the trash can. The man didn't wash his hands one time during the whole two hour class... But since no one else seemed to find these behaviors to be disturbing, I have come to the conclusion that it is simply me. A cultural-ism that I have brought with me. So here I am trying to have an open mind. If everyone cooks like that here, and there are still people around, then I figure eating the miniscule amount of food that I do in that class is not going to kill me. I hope...

Sorry I have no photos today. Maybe next time. I love you guys and I miss you a ton!! I hope everyone has a good week.