Lucia.

I love her. I wish I had more opportunities to hang out with her, but she is rarely home and has passed the age of going out with the exchange students. However, every time I actually get the chance to talk to her I like her even more. She speaks English nearly fluently and studied in London, but never speaks to me in English and always makes me work for it if I don't know how to say something. She also corrects me when I say something wrong, which I really appreciate! She is 31 and absolutely gorgeous. Sometime I'll make her take a picture, but believe me, she is adorable. And super stylish! I'm not really sure what she does (I think she goes to school), but she is always running in and out of the house, and is old enough that she takes on some of the cooking and "mother responsibilities". She is always picking fights with Marisa and telling her she is ridiculous, and then they both turn to me and shake their heads in fake frustration. She also calls Marisa by her first name, which Marisa thinks is crazy. One time she yelled at her, saying something along the lines of "Normal kids don't call their mothers Marisa. You are so strange!".

Tonight Lucia made me a delicious pizza. I was in my room checking my email and she kept coming to my door to make sure I liked certain things. They think I'm a picky eater. Maybe I am, I never thought I was but it seems like I don't like a lot of things when it comes down to it haha.  When I walked into the kitchen I saw this beautiful pizza, and she asked if I like it. I said yes, I love pizza (who doesn't?!). As I ate, she sat and talked to me. She asked how much weight I had lost and we talked about the differences in food, culture of food, and how the United States is so focused on time and productivity that we often take the easy way out with unhealthy foods and driving instead of walking. I completely support this. Especially after being here where everything is home cooked and fresh (at least in my casa), and we walk so much more. When I told her how much weight I had actually lost, she started to look concerned, and since they already think I've gone anorexic I had to explain quickly! I told her that it's simply different here and that is how we got on the topic of food differences. I also said that my pants were too big, not only cause I lost weight, but also because of the lack of dryers. She told me a story about how when she was in London they used dryers on her clothes and she couldn't even get them on at first, and had no idea why. She thought she had gained a ton of weight until she realized they use dryers rather than hang dry their clothes!

Lucia is lactose intolerant and gluten free. I have learned to like soy products since I moved here, cause that's most of what we have in the fridge haha. However, tonight after I finished she told me she wanted McDonald's, because apparently they have gluten free buns. She asked if I like McDonald's, and I said more or less, but I told her that when my friends and I go out in Oviedo, we meet at McDonald's and buy coke, then mix rum or vodka into it and drink in the middle of the restaurant. It's our pregaming spot since we aren't allowed to have friends over to our houses. In my defense, I've seen Spanish kids do this too! Lucia just laughed and thought it was hilarious haha. When I finished putting my plate in the dishwasher, she had her coat on and said she gave in and was going to Micky Ds. She asked if I wanted any ice cream and I said no. After asking another 20 times, she had made up her mind that I was going to get some no matter what, so she just started asking what flavor I wanted. I guess I'll be eating a chocolate sundae in just a minute. Dear God haha.