My sister is eating paint chips again, maybe that's why she's insane

This afternoon I started to laugh manically while alone in the kitchen. I realised that now I put my cup of water in the microwave to heat it up for coffee without even thinking; no longer do I stand in the kitchen pondering the absurdity of Spaniards not using kettles. I found this funny of course, that I am now part of the absurdity. Who knows how much more absurd I will become. I do not respect the lack of kettles, Spain. I do respect however Spanish manners. They don’t overdo the ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’ but they always say ‘good morning’, whether they know you or not. I lived in an apartment building for 4 years in Melbourne and there were people I’d see who I’d never spoken to, not even a ‘hello’. Here it would be weird to share an elevator with someone and not say buenos dias and hasta luego. I am the rude foreigner who just listens to her ipod and smiles, what an ignorant bitch. Well, the last time I tried to be friendly resulted in aforementioned awkward Spanish encounter, so… I will continue to say ‘hola’ to everyone I see in hope I will have some more material to blog about.

Today is Friday, that means that my weekly course assessment is over and rather than coming home and doing homework until midnight I can go to the supermarket, and maybe even socialize. Oh wait, I don’t have any friends here yet. So, I went to the supermarket. They wouldn’t let me keep my mango; the woman at the checkout took it from me, said something I couldn’t understand and put it aside. I stood there while she scanned everything else trying to think of what to say ‘por que? Por que no puedo comprar mi mango?’ but I just stared at it longingly and everyone else in the queue looked at me strangely. If I had understood what the woman had been saying to me maybe I would be embarrassed at being stared at, but all I could think of was ‘WHYYYYYYYYYY WHYYYYY, I want my mango!’ So what did I do? I came home and sulked to my flat mate about my lack of mango acquiring skills. She informed me that there is a fruit system. You bag it, weigh it, price it…and only then do you take it to the checkout. Now I am far too scared to every try and buy fruit again.