If I look a little bit chubbier...

... this is why.

This is my lunch. For one day. The bocadillo (sandwich) is almost as big as my arm and full of meat. They pretty much use a whole loaf of bread for it. And why my host moms think I need 2 oranges, an apple, and a banana is beyond me. The bad thing is... my stomach has stretched and I can eat it all!!!!!!!!!! Like, without feeling full.

In case you don't recognize me when I come home, I'd like to share 5 ways Spain is changing me:

1. I can’t stop listening to Justin Beiber.

2. I love leggings. They have them everywhere here, for like 3€. There’re so comfy I can hardly take them off.

3. I speak with a Spanish “lisp”… you’ll notice it if you ever speak Spanish to me! I now say "Gra-thi-as” (instead of "gra-ci-as"). Here, hard c’s and z’s are pronounced like "th"!

4. I eat meat. Every meal, every day. I pick meat off bones and I eat sausage that clearly looks gross. And the worst part is… I like it! Spanish meat is soooo good (because it’s not as mass produced). And the fish is phenominal!!!

5. I am becoming “rude,” like a Spaniard. I no longer try to be nice to people working at stores (because that’s just weird! You don’t do that! They will look at you like a crazy person), you don’t smile at people on the street, and you don’t move out of the way of people walking the opposite direction as you. If you need to be where someone else is, you “bump” them a bit. It's not that Spanish people are not nice, they are super warm and sweet. There is just no need to be friendly or nice to strangers here!

Ps: today at the grocery store I saw wine in juice boxes. You can also order beer at Ben and Jerrys. Haha Spain is so funny!!

BESOS! (kisses :)

Oh, one more thing: My mom made me these awesome socks and I need to share!!! :) isn't she crafty?