Hi friends! I’m currently sitting at a coffee shop working on my research investigation. I just finished an ethnographic observation of the Mercado Central in Cádiz and submitted my midterm report, so I thought I’d take a little break and talk about some recent happenings because there might be one or two people out there that care about my non-training-summary musings 😉 Speaking of which, I’m going to finish this café americano in a few minutes and head over to the gym for my weekly long cross train session
because the smell of fish from the Mercado Central is getting to me, but first…A Day in the Life: Cádiz Edition!
Yesterday (Friday) was a surprisingly fun day. We don’t have classes on Fridays (theoretically we’re supposed to use the day to work on our research investigations, which I actually kind of did, but usually we just jet off to random parts of Spain or go to wine tastings in ancient castles. You know how it is.) I woke up at 7:30 and didn’t feel like running right then because the Valley of Fatigue is real and my body is/was #destroyed. So I stayed in bed until 9, ate the classic breakfast of pan tostada with my roommate, and then sat on the terrace upstairs in the sunshine working on my paper.
After finishing my paper in a pleasingly short amount of time, I walked over to the university (a 4 minute walk, #blessup) to meet with my professor about my investigation. The meeting went well, but what stands out in my mind is that it was one of those moments where speaking Spanish was just as easy and natural and grammatically correct as English! Even though I’ve been studying Spanish for 15 years now and can write just as well in either language, speaking has always been a bit trickier. I feel like that’s the case in any second/third/not-first language. Anyway, I left the meeting feeling pleased and bilingual and worldly and eloquent. It was nice 🙂
I ran into my friend on the way out, and we ended up walking to a plaza about fifteen minutes away to get coffee and just talk for awhile before my run. It was refreshing not to be rushing around from the gym to school or wherever (why do I tend to do this even in a foreign country??). We ended up in an intellectually stimulating discussion about the importance of breaking the dominant historical narrative of colonizer/colonized. You know. Casual.
After awhile, I felt like I should do my run, so I met up with my teammate and completed the longest walk-to-run thus far! 6 x 5 minute run, 1 minute walk. ‘Twas lovely. My foot hurts a little now, but I’m not running again until Monday. Also, running in a sports bra is kind of weird in Spain, but it was 80 degrees and we were dying, okay…
We ran by the beach and had a nice deep talk and it was great. Unprecedented deep talks seem to be the theme of the day…
I went home, ate lunch, took a siesta, and then headed to the beach to hang out for awhile and eventually aqua jog in the water. We were baking in the sun for two and a half hours before aqua jogging, which I realized later in the evening was not the smartest plan. But the aqua jog session was super fun and flew by because we talked nonstop!
I arrived home dehydrated and sun-poisoned just in time for dinner of chicken nuggets, veggies, and a salty noodle soup. A freezing cold shower made my sun-poisoned body feel even worse, and I had to cancel my night plans and lie in bed watching Portugal versus España (damn it, Cristiano Ronaldo) before falling asleep before I planned/waking up hella disoriented/and having a restless night feeling crappy.
Even with that end to the day, I still felt like it had been a great day overall. Today, I feel like crap, so I’m looking forward to a full-on rest day tomorrow. It’s finally getting hot in Cádiz, which is pleasant but can also get to be overwhelming!