tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72095229295054574962024-03-08T10:20:12.774-08:00Lilia en EspañaLilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-91212315801153695492015-05-12T10:48:00.001-07:002015-05-12T10:55:27.873-07:007 Reasons Why You Should Study Abroad <div><img width="1316" height="1759" style="width: 338px; height: 448px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/W1xPDqE.jpg"></div><div> <font face="georgia"></font></div><div><font face="georgia">When I decided that I was going to apply to study abroad during my junior year of high school, I was bombarded with a million questions that in the moment I didn't know the answer to, but now they just sound stupid. </font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia">"Why would you want to leave your life for a year?" </font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia">Because it will be there when I get back. Because I plan on making a NEW one in my host country. Because (while I have a nice life) what's so GREAT about my life that I would choose to stay instead of live in a beautiful foreign country for a year?</font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia">"Do you even speak Spanish?"</font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia">Have you ever heard me speak a lick of Spanish? Probably not because I failed my Spanish finals with a 42%. One of the reasons I applied to study abroad in SPAIN was to learn SPANISH. While I speak great Spanish now, I hardly spoke a word when I first got to Spain. I came to Spain with intent to learn Spanish, and HEY, I did! (Pats self on the back.)</font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia">"Aren't you going to miss your friends and family?"</font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia">Why do you even ask this? I mean of course I will miss my friends and family but I'm willing to take 11 months away from them in order to see the world, make new friends, live with a new family. </font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia">What I really wish I could say to the people who ask these questions is, "Just think a little. I'm leaving the country for a year to learn culture and language. And YES I am going to miss my friends and family, because they're my FRIENDS AND FAMILY. Its normal that I would miss them. But I'm really doing this all because I think that in the long run it will help me a lot. My future college major, job, life, family will all be shaped around the year that I had in a foreign country when I was 16."</font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia">I'm currently eight months into my exchange year in Spain and I have two months left before I leave. This has without a doubt become one of the best years of my life. I don't want to say THE best year of my life because I'm only 17 years old and hopefully I will have many better years to come. The beginning of the year was great because everything was all new and everything I saw was exciting. The middle of the year was pretty boring (just as it would be if you stayed in your home country) and the end of the year is awesome so far because at this point, I'm allowed to travel around and see new things and I also understand the language, so the whole being confused all the time is finished.</font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia">From everything I have experienced so far during my exchange year, I can give you a definite list of reasons you should study abroad at least one time in your life.</font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font color="#000000" face="georgia" size="5">1. SCHOOL AND JOBS</font></div><div><font size="4"><font face="georgia">Other than the fact that you will most likely be fluent (or at least sufficient) in your host language, colleges LOVE seeing that you've had a year of study abroad. It proves independence, leadership and an interest to learn/try new things.</font> </font></div><div><font size="4"><br></font></div><div><font size="4"><img width="480" height="638" style="width: 275px; height: 361px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/dXTPimQ.jpg"></font></div><div><font size="4"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="5">2. INTERNATIONAL RELATIONSHIPS</font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4">During my year in Spain, I have met people not only from Spain, but some of my BEST friends are from other countries. I had the great opportunity to meet a girl from Iceland, where the population is roughly 300,000 which means that about 0.000045% of the worlds population is Icelandic and the odds that I met someone from Iceland is REALLY rare. I can now happily say that she is one of my best friends, along with girls from Turkey, China and other parts of the United States.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br></font></div><div><font size="4"><img width="1316" height="982" style="width: 379px; height: 286px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/FGnj6XT.jpg"></font></div><div><font size="4"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="5">3. COMMUNICATION SKILLS</font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4">I will be the first one to admit it. I used to be (and still am) TERRIFIED of confrontation. Confrontation as in facing my problems, but also confrontation like asking the Walmart employee where I can find glass jars. Ever since I was little, every time I was confronted with a problem, I would start tearing up and be completely unable to respond and then just break out crying. My whole family always encouraged me (or made fun of me, whichever way you decide to look at it) to face my fears and my fears happened to be confrontation and communication my thoughts. When you live in a foreign country, the only way to solve your problems is to communicate them to others. You will become a master at communication because you will be forced to communicate them in a language other than your native tongue and sometimes it can take up to 45 minutes just to explain what a Jack-O-Lantern is and how/why its used during Halloween. </font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4"><img width="959" height="720" style="width: 422px; height: 340px;" src="https://scontent-cdg.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpa1/v/t34.0-12/11245303_10204098529880247_1380861299_n.jpg?oh=772168fa2ae71798333bd090ceeb3222&oe=55553115"></font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="5">4. YOU FACE YOUR FEARS</font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4">Like I had said before, I used to be deathly afraid of confrontation. Luckily, how humans are, when we change one thing, we want to change everything. Its kind of like how after a bad break up, girls will go and dye there hair or when somebody moves schools, they decide to change the type of people they hang out. When you move to another country, everything is so new and EVERY THING IS SCARY. In order to live in a foreign country, you have to face your fears. Fear of pronouncing something wrong when trying to order a hamburger. Fear of being alone (face it, you're an exchange student and your friends are just going to magically pop up and be by your side forever. You have to remember that you will be alone for a while until you form relationships with the people on your school). Fear of bugs (trust me there will be a whole bunch of new little insects before that you've never seen in your home country). Fear of heights (some of the best sights in the world are from hundreds of meters above sea level). Or for me, fear of confrontation. </font></div><div><font size="5"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="5"><img width="1280" height="943" style="width: 377px; height: 301px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/ZBLLI0Y.jpg"></font></div><div><font size="5"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="5">5. NEW EXPERIENCES AND FOODS</font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4">This has got to be one of the biggest things. When you sign yourself up to study abroad, you are signing yourself up to do, see, eat, and experience things that people who don't study abroad, will never get to experience. I never in my life imagined watching a cooked baby pig get cut into four pieces and then actually eating it (though I felt really bad for eating a quarter of a baby pig, it was actually delicious and I would definitely do it again). I never pictured myself walking a portion of a world famous pilgrimage, 116 kilometers in 5 days and then practically dying of relief when we arrived. But I did both of those things and many more, and so many people I know will never have the opportunity to do anything like I've been doing for the past 8 months.</font></div><div><font face="georgia"><br></font></div><div><font face="georgia"> <img width="1316" height="1762" style="width: 437px; height: 589px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/WgRthur.jpg"></font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="5">6. YOU LEARN MORE ABOUT YOURSELF</font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4"> During my year abroad in Spain, if there was anything I did, it was learn who I am as a person. I've learned the kind of people that I am compatible with... and the kind that drive me insane. I've learned that a lot of times, I prefer my own company to the company of others. I've practically planned, took apart and then re-planned my whole entire future, all shaping around my experiences during my exchange. I've learned that (though they're a pain in the butt), I have a passion for languages and that in the future I either want to learn more languages, or I want to further my study in Spanish. </font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4"><img width="1316" height="1741" style="width: 398px; height: 508px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/NTsbyjH.jpg"></font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="5">7. "Variety is the spice of life"</font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4">It really is. If you sit around your whole life doing the same things, you won't be happy. What most people think the purpose of life is, is along the lines of this: get good grades, get a good job, have a family, pay bills, retire and die peacefully. But tell me that doesn't sound boring. As an exchange student you are given the opportunity to explore cities with thousands of years of history, meet people who were born on the exact opposite side of the world as you, learn a language so that you can communicate with all kinds of different people. I mentioned early about how as I've been slowly finding out how I am as a person, I've been planning my life. While it shares common themes as that of someone without study abroad experience, I can honestly say that as long as my whereabouts in life are constantly changing, I will be happy. I plan to study abroad again during one of my four years in college. After college, with a degree in international business, I will be able to take job offers in other countries or take a job in the Unites States that requires travelling. When I finally settle down and have a family, my kids will be given every opportunity I've had as a kid. Study abroad, learn a language, see the world.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4"><img width="960" height="706" style="width: 460px; height: 349px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/2DxFQpW.jpg"></font></div><div><font size="4"><br><font face="georgia"></font></font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="4">While many people have unrealistic expectations about travelling the world for years, never having to work, being expense free, studying abroad has showed me that travelling the world doesn't necessarily need to be a vacation. You can study, work or live in other countries during your life and enhance the way you look at things. I now understand that there is, indeed, a world OUTSIDE of the United States. I've finally been shown what the world is like and now I won't rest until I'm full of knowledge about the different cultures, languages, people and lives that are out there. I feel like every minute that I'm not out there meeting new people from different places are minutes lost. </font></div><div><font size="4"><br></font></div><div><font size="4"><img width="640" height="1135" style="width: 321px; height: 571px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/JNBnyHR.png"></font></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> </div><div><font size="4"><br></font></div><div><font size="4"><br></font></div><div><font size="4"><br></font></div><div><font size="4"><br></font></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-6521907842440437172015-05-04T04:22:00.001-07:002015-05-04T13:18:10.713-07:00The hardest/best/worst week(s) of my lifeNow I know this post is long past due, especially since these events occurred over a month ago. My mom kept bugging me to write a blog about everything but I kept putting it off. <div><br></div><div>Let me tell you ahead of time, right now I am sitting in my favorite little coffee shop, drinking a coffee and eating chocolate palms. My life is just as it was 2 months ago, and I am 100% fine and about 98% healthy again.</div><div><br></div><div>In late March I joined AFS Spain and a group of about 45 on the Camino de Santiago. We walked 116 km from Tui, the border of Portugal, to Santiago de Compostela. It was absolutely HORRID but at the same time, it was one of the best experiences I've ever had in my life and I would DEFINITELY choose to do it again, if I got the chance. </div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gKA7IDfcfEE/VUdqZnjf9AI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TvjmJe2Qgd0/s640/blogger-image--916472861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gKA7IDfcfEE/VUdqZnjf9AI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TvjmJe2Qgd0/s640/blogger-image--916472861.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Fvoy48ad-ms/VUdqaddpo0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/YmsgWG7FYBA/s640/blogger-image-877690072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Fvoy48ad-ms/VUdqaddpo0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/YmsgWG7FYBA/s640/blogger-image-877690072.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>When you see the email from AFS Spain offering the Camino, you think it's gonna be a slow-paced, nice, stroll through the park and then at the end of the week, you see a huge beautiful church and then you go home. And that's only about half of it. The walking isn't a stroll through a park, it's more like walking at a fast pace, uphill for 5 hours straight, taking an hour break for lunch, and then walking for 7 more hours. On the first day is when everybody's blisters start showing and the second day is when everyone complains about them. Your whole body will ache so badly and your feet will burn and any where you have to walk (when you aren't actually walking the Camino) you will walk to so oddly that it looks like someone stuck a fork up your butt. Not even close to kidding. But while the pain and the constant feeling like you need to lay down in the middle of the trail and sleep (which I feel like is a pretty accurate description of the exchange student life in general) all sucks, you pretty much have the best time ever with 44 other people who are just as miserable as you are. You will walk together, complain together (a lot), laugh together, cry together, hurt together and best of all you will have the best and worst 5 days of your entire life. </div><div><br></div><div>I just happened to suffer a tiny bit more than the others. Unfortunately, the day we arrived, I became VERY ill. We had arrived in santiago, and waited for the whole group to catch up. (I would just like to point out that I did not feel sick AT ALL up until this point.) A couple minutes after we left our meeting point to start the last walk to the big church, I started feeling really sick like I needed to puke. A little bit after that started, I became very weak and could barely walk and a couple people had to help carry me/walk with me to the church (shout out to Mariah and Felipe) and as soon as we got to the church (which also happened to be a big center area with thousands of people/tourists/pilgrims there admiring the church and thanking God that they made it 100km or 500km or 1000km) I ran away from our group and puked at least a dozen times. I felt relieved enough to take pictures with people and then became violently ill again. The vomiting continued during the day and I was then taken to stay at the house of a volunteer where I had a fever of 102. I was taken to the doctor, given some medicine but was told not to worry and that it was nothing bad. I ended up sleeping most of the next day and woke up with a fever of over 104.5 but couldn't go to the doctor because I had to leave for my flight to Madrid. As I had no energy at all (could barely sit up in a seat, let alone walk) I was pushed around in a wheelchair (thanks to Kristjana and Juanma) until the plane came (which ended up having a two and half hour delay, so we didn't get on the plane till 1am. After we arrived in Madrid, I was exiting the plane (slowly but surely) and I did something unthinkable (don't laugh I was very sick) I pooped in my pants. I swear I didn't even know that it was happened until after it happened. I then was taken to another volunteers house in Madrid to stay until I was supposed to take the bus the next day back to Tudela. The ride to there house felt like 5 minutes but I was later told that it was actually 45 minutes and I just didn't realize because I wasn't exactly conscious the whole time. The next day it was decided that I wasn't suit to take the bus home and I would be checked into a hospital in Villalba. I ended up in the hospital for a total of five days where I always had tubes running into my arm, food that always went untouched, more blood taken every day for different kinds of tests. My mom was even flown out because AFS agreed that I was very sick and I needed family there. In the end I was diagnosed with a whole crap load of problems such as a urinary tract infection, severe dehydration, anemia, a blood infection, failing liver and kidneys, hepatitis and the biggest problem was that I had the bacteria brucella and the disease brucellosis. Brucellosis is diagnosed in less than 200 people in the United States each year and is very rare. Considering you can really only get it from eating meat or drinking milk from an animal that has brucella, and nobody else near me has the bacteria, nobody really knows how I got it or how I got sick. Brucellosis is a chronic disease that can last for weeks, months or years, that will recurrently make you sick with symptoms that I had while I was sick in the hospital. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0xu-coRdlQg/VUdqbWqAExI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_tzvCJU8a5s/s640/blogger-image--1911326921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0xu-coRdlQg/VUdqbWqAExI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_tzvCJU8a5s/s640/blogger-image--1911326921.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div><br></div><div>NOW, I'm not saying that if you go on the Camino that you will get very sick and almost die like me. Actually, that WONT happen. What happened with me was really weird and the chances that it happens to anyone else is like 0.08% literally. </div><div><br></div><div>What I'm saying is that YES you should go on the Camino. YES it was the hardest thing ive ever done and sure I got a little bit sick afterward, but it was the BEST thing I've ever done. It taught me that yeah my feet hurt more than anything has hurt ever, but everyone else hurts too. I'm not the only one. I can't act like I'm the only one who has pain. I can't act like I'm the only one who had problems because everyone is going through the same thing, and other things, sometimes worse, sometimes better, sometimes the same. </div><div><br></div><div>I just finished my coffee and I'm thinking about how lucky of a life I have. How many great opportunities I've been given and how I just want everyone around me to have the same chances I do. The cliche "life is short" is so overly used but so appropriate and fits perfectly with how I wish to live my life. </div><div><br></div><div>I will be writing another post soon, I promise. </div><div><br></div><div>Hasta luego,</div><div><br></div><div>Lilly</div><div><br></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-18780414707566544072015-03-02T04:39:00.001-08:002015-03-02T04:39:24.305-08:00The second home you didn't know you hadSo. I know that the last time I made a blog post was like 3 or 4 months ago, and for that I am sorry. I want to say that I don't have a lot of time for it... Which is true to some extent. I actually have a lot of free time. But that free time is mostly used for taking my daily nap, or catching up with my friends and family. <div><br></div><div>I have some catching up to do. I'm more than half way through my exchange year. I've experienced my first Thanksgiving away from my family. My first Christmas away from my family. My first New Years away from my family. My first Kings Day, ever. It's march already. My birthday is in a week. While I have so many emotions, I would give anything to see my family right now, I also feel normal here. Spain has become a home for me. All of the things I do daily, have become a routine for me and I no longer feel like I'm exploring an unknown world alone. I don't really feel like I'm wandering around clueless. And while that's a great thing, (WOOO LILLY YOU MADE A NEW LIFE IN SPAIN, GO YOU!), it's also kind of a bummer. Maaaan, everything is now NORMAL. Since when is NORMAL good or exciting or fun? It's not. I'm at the point where I know my way all around the city, have eaten at almost every cafe that's worth eating at, can communicate about 98% of my thoughts and feelings quickly, at a pace where I only slow to think of words I don't know off the top of my head. I'm officially an American Spaniard! Woooo! I'm past the halfway point. Six months gone, 4 more to go. How depressing is that? </div><div><br></div><div>I remember this time last year like it was yesterday, literally. It's about the time of the year where the Speedwell Scholarship winners have just been told that they got the scholarship and will officially be going to the non-English speaking country of their choice. This time last year, I was having trouble sleeping at night, thinking about my upcoming year in Spain. How crazy is it. I can EASILY recall my emotions, thoughts, feeling and everything during my anticipated year abroad ONE YEAR AGO, and here I am. Closer to my departure date than my arrival date. Never in a million years did I ever think that this would actually happen. I'm an exchange student living in Spain. I have Spanish friends, friends from ALL OVER THE WORLD, I speak great Spanish, I know my way around a few big, famous Spanish cities, just from memory. I eat chorizo, drink coffee, clear my plate with bread, and say "sta logo" (jajajaja you won't understand that unless you've been to Spain) all on a daily basis, like second nature.</div><div><br></div><div>I guess that just stands to say that what everyone told you about your exchange, is right. Your host country will become a home to you. You will begin to know it and recognize it like the back of your hand (in theory because really idk if I could choose the back of my hand out of a group of others) and it will all become NORMAL. That's the problem. DONT LET IT BECOME NORMAL. The moment things become normal is the moment that your exchange year ends and it's June and you are on your flight back home. I am saying this to you, encouraging you to make the best of your experience, and I'm saying it to me too, because right now my life is normal. Walk through streets that you've never seen before. Take pictures of things that have become "normal" to you because in a couple months, you won't see them anymore, possibly ever.</div><div><br></div><div>These past 6 months, I have experienced thins that I will most likely NEVER experience again. That being said, I also experienced things that like 70% of the American population will never even experience once. I'm beyond honored and couldn't be anymore proud of my decision to try something completely different, something that most people are too scared to try, too scared of change. </div><div><br></div><div>But the real important thing is that you will spend your entire life looking at peoples pictures online and think "wow I wanna climb a mountain" or "man I wanna walk the great wall of china" but then you don't do anything to make it happen. You have to make it happen! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y2XDMw9yh4g/VPRZ-V_UwaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GYzenW7M-pA/s640/blogger-image--1281455182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y2XDMw9yh4g/VPRZ-V_UwaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GYzenW7M-pA/s640/blogger-image--1281455182.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Go after what you want, it isn't just going to pop up in front of you.</div><br></div><div>Lilly Cook</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-60687979528795214082014-11-21T08:07:00.001-08:002014-11-21T08:09:48.586-08:00What is artwork even for<div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Wow well, time really does fly. It feels like just yesterday that I was making my one month blog post, and now I'm 2 and a half months into my program.</span></div><div><br></div><div>Things I have learned while being here so far:</div><div><br></div><div>Every city in Spain is beautiful. Beautiful in that "full of history and culture and art" way. I fall in love with every new city that I go to. </div><div><br></div><div>Other exchange students progress faster and slower, so you can't compare your own experience to theirs. You may occasionally get jealous that it looks like others are having a fantastic time, and you're at that stage of your exchange where you are just bored. And trust me, that stage comes, and it sucks. And that's when you know you need to plan a weekend retreat with your fellow exchangers.</div><div><br></div><div>The holidays come a lot faster than you expect. Next week is thanksgiving, and I'm planning on making thanksgiving dinner for my family. And then in a month is Christmas.</div><div><br></div><div>All in all, there are good times and then there are rough patches. Sometimes you may regret deciding to go on exchange because you miss your friends and family, and then the next day you are running around a new city alone with your closest friends in your new country. (That's what I did). But at the end of it all, the year is going by too fast.</div><div><br></div><div>This time last year I was applying to study abroad. I remembering it like I have a photographic mind or something (which I don't or else id be a lot better at spanish by now) and now here I am, actually in Spain. I never in my wildest dreams believed that I would do something this crazy and outgoing and life changing. I don't regret it one bit.</div><div><br></div><div>The past two weekend I had hung out with my afs friends, one weekend in Zaragoza and the next weekend in pamplona. Here are some pictures. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JR5J33DU-2I/VG9jOisjLSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Vd6rvTsBnh8/s640/blogger-image--1056039601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JR5J33DU-2I/VG9jOisjLSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Vd6rvTsBnh8/s640/blogger-image--1056039601.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5vKyaHSWfek/VG9jN3kwPFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EENzpq8huRc/s640/blogger-image--2068580221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5vKyaHSWfek/VG9jN3kwPFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EENzpq8huRc/s640/blogger-image--2068580221.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aBnHVPj86LM/VG9jQfb-E2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yRSFGifQjJo/s640/blogger-image-1057331879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aBnHVPj86LM/VG9jQfb-E2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yRSFGifQjJo/s640/blogger-image-1057331879.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KbpvTYMytQ0/VG9jSCv4UfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xOSrcC8Y1ZE/s640/blogger-image-94725568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KbpvTYMytQ0/VG9jSCv4UfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xOSrcC8Y1ZE/s640/blogger-image-94725568.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-csKxi7RrU-Q/VG9jMX1ZP7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gjEy954QeGA/s640/blogger-image-1732498829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-csKxi7RrU-Q/VG9jMX1ZP7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gjEy954QeGA/s640/blogger-image-1732498829.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hDeVkePE7P4/VG9jPeiZ51I/AAAAAAAAAGc/NFs1PpyY21Q/s640/blogger-image-775842924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hDeVkePE7P4/VG9jPeiZ51I/AAAAAAAAAGc/NFs1PpyY21Q/s640/blogger-image-775842924.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-born5YTjzNA/VG9jNBm76SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uxHVwSnSpF8/s640/blogger-image--1954080888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-born5YTjzNA/VG9jNBm76SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uxHVwSnSpF8/s640/blogger-image--1954080888.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rggr3gZqUPE/VG9jRMwjpoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nyKpDBXLg8w/s640/blogger-image--1116568121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rggr3gZqUPE/VG9jRMwjpoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nyKpDBXLg8w/s640/blogger-image--1116568121.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>My motto for the year "what's artwork even for if you aren't going to post awkwardly with it?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">All in all, my year is going great. I'm sorry I don't post more but MY LIFE IS JUST SO DARN EXCITING I NEVER HAVE TIME.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jk I sleep a lot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But it's all good. Adios amigos!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lilly </div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com1Tudela Tudela42.0548 -1.601252tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-83845569507326770392014-10-11T03:42:00.001-07:002014-10-11T04:09:30.560-07:00A month and a week laterAs I had originally planned on making a post on the day of my one month anniversary with Spain, I have failed horribly. <div><br></div><div>Right now it is a Saturday afternoon, I woke up 25 minutes ago and I have all the time in the world to post. (Not literally but still). </div><div><br></div><div>Well I have been here for over a month. A month and a week of me living in Spain. I think I put this in my last post, but I'm going to say it again. This has been the most challenging time of my life. Things have been getting easier. I have fallen into a good patter for the weekends, were it's pretty much the unspoken rule that every Friday we meet at The Plaza at 7 and hang out for the <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">night. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The Plaza Nueva is the center of the city. It's where practically everyone meets when they need to meet, and you pretty much walk through it going anywhere. I walk through it at least 2 times a day, and up to 4 or 6 times a day. I walk through it going two and from school, and some days when Lina and Goyo have music I walk through more. I don't mind though. It's beautiful. Lined with restaurants and bars with rows and rows of table and chairs for people to sit at. One thing I've learned while being here is that Spain is a very social country. I love it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Since I've been in Spain, I have visited many big cities. Those cities include Toledo, Zaragoza and the beautiful San Sebastián. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I had gone to Toledo with my family my second week here. We went and stayed with a family friend for a night and I got to see the beautiful city. It's literally sitting atop of a hill and all of the streets and rocky and winding. Just standing there and breathing in the air I could feel the history that lies in the city. In spanish class in the United States, I learned about El Greco and Don Quijote and El Castillo de La Mancha. It's amazing to think that I was standing there. The home of all of these amazing things. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fm0QoUv-Q6I/VDkN6j7Hb3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QPmygd9DEH0/s640/blogger-image-1627587249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fm0QoUv-Q6I/VDkN6j7Hb3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QPmygd9DEH0/s640/blogger-image-1627587249.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fm0QoUv-Q6I/VDkN6j7Hb3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QPmygd9DEH0/s640/blogger-image-1627587249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9dzGsW4LlUs/VDkN5XGqpQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NWXKQXqHhFI/s640/blogger-image-290203031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9dzGsW4LlUs/VDkN5XGqpQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NWXKQXqHhFI/s640/blogger-image-290203031.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9dzGsW4LlUs/VDkN5XGqpQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NWXKQXqHhFI/s640/blogger-image-290203031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kxz1cIFNQbw/VDkN3OcHdRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J2INwy1P5ng/s640/blogger-image--2130816857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kxz1cIFNQbw/VDkN3OcHdRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J2INwy1P5ng/s640/blogger-image--2130816857.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kxz1cIFNQbw/VDkN3OcHdRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J2INwy1P5ng/s640/blogger-image--2130816857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--rbdtffmmfY/VDkN4VmPTbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a66BQVGK9gs/s640/blogger-image--2109376491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--rbdtffmmfY/VDkN4VmPTbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a66BQVGK9gs/s640/blogger-image--2109376491.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next weekend, I had my first orientation in Zaragoza. There I met with 5 other AFSers staying in my area of Spain. We were given the chance to explore the city together and it was all so much fun. I loved getting together and talking to all of them because we are all experiencing the same thing. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FIQ9_O3j_0s/VDkN6OaoAtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KcKUJxyqlfs/s640/blogger-image-1983219809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FIQ9_O3j_0s/VDkN6OaoAtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KcKUJxyqlfs/s640/blogger-image-1983219809.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FIQ9_O3j_0s/VDkN6OaoAtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KcKUJxyqlfs/s640/blogger-image-1983219809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LypqjFbTTdY/VDkN39zncMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wJFlgn3u_-U/s640/blogger-image-1809024044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LypqjFbTTdY/VDkN39zncMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wJFlgn3u_-U/s640/blogger-image-1809024044.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And finally, San Sebastián. The most beautiful place I have visited since being in Spain. My school had taken a trip there to visit the aquarium and the University of Navarra. The aquarium was freaking awesome and even had one of those walk through tubes where all of the sharks and sting rays and sea turtles swim over and under and around you. It was such a great experience and definitely would NOT object to going again in the future.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X1_FklhTzRQ/VDkN2SWo_NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZPiJbvPxhrM/s640/blogger-image--1779699060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X1_FklhTzRQ/VDkN2SWo_NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZPiJbvPxhrM/s640/blogger-image--1779699060.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X1_FklhTzRQ/VDkN2SWo_NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZPiJbvPxhrM/s640/blogger-image--1779699060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xYfO1po1i2g/VDkN8KYuRwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5a-laB8-SzA/s640/blogger-image--1569242288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xYfO1po1i2g/VDkN8KYuRwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5a-laB8-SzA/s640/blogger-image--1569242288.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xYfO1po1i2g/VDkN8KYuRwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5a-laB8-SzA/s640/blogger-image--1569242288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LxNtDpe6DEc/VDkN7SAhHaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/luPBBF-4dQs/s640/blogger-image-1762612454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LxNtDpe6DEc/VDkN7SAhHaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/luPBBF-4dQs/s640/blogger-image-1762612454.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LxNtDpe6DEc/VDkN7SAhHaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/luPBBF-4dQs/s640/blogger-image-1762612454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1feDLDBw7dg/VDkN1oUGdGI/AAAAAAAAADw/pehbUFj9j7Y/s640/blogger-image--1648884720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1feDLDBw7dg/VDkN1oUGdGI/AAAAAAAAADw/pehbUFj9j7Y/s640/blogger-image--1648884720.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's definitely weird to think that 3 weeks ago I was homesick and wanted to go home to the comfort of my family, and now I am having fun with all of the new friends I've made while being here. I'm already over 10% finished with my exchange. A couple weeks ago I would've been excited to say that, but now I'm thinking "wow, I don't have that much time left." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">School is definitely still the most challenging thing here. Some classes I am doing well in.... Like English. And surprisingly, Spanish. The two classes I am struggling most with are Physics and Chemistry and Math. In math, my class is in their second year of learning trogonometry while I haven't even learned geometry yet. And in Physics, I don't even know what I'm learning except that it included trigonometry which, as I just said, I have never learned. I had a physics exam the other day and got a 0.6 out of 10. I was pretty excited since I was expecting a flat 0.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyway, I'm sure that class will get easier as I become better at understanding the language. My parents told me that they can tell the difference from how I was the first week, to how I am now. Give me another 2 months and hopefully I will have this whole language barrier in the bag.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hasta luego!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lilly</div></div></div></div></div></span></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-67044030960274097712014-09-13T14:10:00.001-07:002014-09-13T14:10:13.065-07:00One week later I have been with my host family for one week so far. I feels like it has been forever, but also feels like I just got here earlier today. Wednesday was my first day of school and thus far I have come to the realization that learning a different language is REALLY hard. My teachers have been pretty helpful so far, saying that it isn't a necessity for me to write down certain things and that I don't need to worry. I made my first friend, Ivan, only because the teacher was talking to me and I had no idea what he was saying so Ivan stepped up and translated it for me. It turns out that Ivan is also a new student, who just moved to Spain from Colombia, and he speaks really good English. I try to listen and pay attention in classes but it is really hard when I don't understand what is being said. I write my notes (as much as possible) and copy from Ivan what I don't understand. Overall, my Spanish is better than it was a week ago, when I first arrived. With that being said, I still suck. I feel like I can speak much better than I can listen, because most of the time, I listen to peoples conversations and only pick up one or two words. Or if someone is talking to me, I almost always end up saying "que," "repite," "no entiendo," or "despacio por favor." It really is not what I expected it to be, but not in a good or bad way. I miss my family more than I expected, but I feel like that goes along with me not being able to understand things people are saying. BTW the other day I went to a fiesta in Ablitas, a neighboring city to Tudela, and I ran with the bulls. Best time of my life, I definitely hope that I get to do it again. <img width="960" height="706" style="width: 658px; height: 540px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/WPltjAD.jpg"> <img width="960" height="719" style="width: 593px; height: 514px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/FmS7Yq3.jpg"> <img width="960" height="713" style="width: 674px; height: 507px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/qWjKG63.jpg"> <img width="960" height="712" style="width: 765px; height: 438px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/yDHkBfS.jpg"> <img width="960" height="719" style="width: 734px; height: 545px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/Cuq4JC2.jpg"></div></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-61957091801241635482014-09-05T15:02:00.001-07:002014-09-05T15:02:26.010-07:00SPAINToday, I arrived in Spain. After quite a lengthy, over-night orientation in NYC, a 7 hour flight to Switzerland, a 4 hour layover, and a 2 hour flight to Madrid.... Here I am! It is beautiful and..... HOT! <div><br></div><div>We had dinner and an arrival orientation which didn't include too much, but I am now pleased to say that I will leave in the morning at 7 o'clock for the train station, and head to Pamplona, where my host family will pick me up! I am beyond incredibly excited and ecstatic that I am finally here, but it still doesn't feel real and I don't think it will until I actually meet my family and sleep in my bed. </div><div><br></div><div>One thing that I was expecting but dreading was drinks with no ice. A cold glass of water will only keep from becoming room temperature if it is paired with ice, and sadly, Spaniards do not put ice in their drinks. Room-temperature drinks may not be as refreshing as ice-cold drinks, but they do go down the pipe better! </div><div><br></div><div>As I have not much more to say, I will update again in another couple days (or weeks) as I see fit.</div><div><br></div><div>Despedida!</div><div>Lilly</div><div><br></div><div>PS everyone thinks I'm weird for bringing my javelin with me and carrying it around in a PVC pipe.</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com1Hotel Auditorium Madrid Av Aragón, 400, Madrid40.447961 -3.558532tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-80689270409092884682014-08-27T19:25:00.001-07:002014-08-27T19:31:33.992-07:00electonics and stuff<div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>As I have about 6 days until I board my plane for Switzerland, I have been running around frantically. Checking, double-checking and triple-checking to make sure I have everything I need. Today I received my debit card and 150 euros. About a week ago I opened a bank account with Santander. I chose Santander because while it is a bank in the US, it is also a popular bank in Spain. Luckily for me, there happens to be a Santander bank in Tudela, the city I will live in. Along with my banking, we also purchased a laptop with a detachable monitor (acting sort of like a tablet), European plug adapters and a handheld English-Spanish translator. With the translator..... We originally planned on buying just a small, pocket-sized Spanish dictionary. But after looking at a couple and searching for many minutes for specific words, we decided that although cheaper, it was just too inconvenient and too much of a hassle. At this point, I feel fully prepared for Spain. Except for the packing part... I began packing a couple weeks ago, just before Momoka arrived... I have not done much since. I understand that I leave for New York in 4 days and I need to have everything packed SOON, but it is such a tedious process and I get distracted so easily. I PLAN, HOPE and PRAY that I am able to get mostly everything packed by the end of tomorrow, as I will be busy most of Friday. We will see, and even if it all ends on Sunday evening in a giant rush (knock on wood) at least I should be good to go by the time we leave. No matter how badly I procrastinate, it will all be OK in the end..... Won't it?</div></span></div></div><div><br></div><div>What's weird is that I have known Momoka for only about two weeks and I already know that I am going to miss her. It kind of makes me upset that I was here for the beginning of her exchange and we have become rather close friends, but I will not be able to experience many things with her though out the year. Things like homecoming, first crushes, Friday night football, family vacations, are all things that I am sure I will miss, but I am more saddened by the thought that I will not be able to witness all of Momoka's firsts. </div><div><br></div><div>I had my going away party two weekends ago, it was fun and exciting and got me hype to leave. I was a bit surprised by the fact that although I was happy all of my friends were supporting me, I wasn't worried about missing them too much. I love them all, don't get me wrong, but I am just excited to begin my life in Spain. I don't think it has quite hit me yet how long a year really is and how much I love all of the people around me. Below are a few pictures from my party.</div><div><img width="1316" height="1761" style="width: 333px; height: 435px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/jZh75k5.jpg"><img width="444" height="591" style="width: 331px; height: 435px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/5jnqRu5.jpg"><img width="640" height="1135" style="width: 261px; height: 434px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/9bmGvFM.png"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EYHRkf22yI0/U_6UdNdHKFI/AAAAAAAAACw/WSVuDhPtRG4/s640/blogger-image-1763506117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EYHRkf22yI0/U_6UdNdHKFI/AAAAAAAAACw/WSVuDhPtRG4/s640/blogger-image-1763506117.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EYHRkf22yI0/U_6UdNdHKFI/AAAAAAAAACw/WSVuDhPtRG4/s640/blogger-image-1763506117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-R7p7o9wLvDk/U_6UeK2O5HI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BhJMUbYLTiA/s640/blogger-image-1558771021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-R7p7o9wLvDk/U_6UeK2O5HI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BhJMUbYLTiA/s640/blogger-image-1558771021.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-R7p7o9wLvDk/U_6UeK2O5HI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BhJMUbYLTiA/s640/blogger-image-1558771021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UFilIwo0ig4/U_6UfXcTnOI/AAAAAAAAADE/gaQ11Ng5HyQ/s640/blogger-image--2075359219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UFilIwo0ig4/U_6UfXcTnOI/AAAAAAAAADE/gaQ11Ng5HyQ/s640/blogger-image--2075359219.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UFilIwo0ig4/U_6UfXcTnOI/AAAAAAAAADE/gaQ11Ng5HyQ/s640/blogger-image--2075359219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GWVwm6kTaD8/U_6UhKiOYRI/AAAAAAAAADc/QJKpxviJLMU/s640/blogger-image--2037597944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GWVwm6kTaD8/U_6UhKiOYRI/AAAAAAAAADc/QJKpxviJLMU/s640/blogger-image--2037597944.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GWVwm6kTaD8/U_6UhKiOYRI/AAAAAAAAADc/QJKpxviJLMU/s640/blogger-image--2037597944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4eYtv08qXwE/U_6UgQC-izI/AAAAAAAAADU/0X0qLBVvGZ8/s640/blogger-image-1056319566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4eYtv08qXwE/U_6UgQC-izI/AAAAAAAAADU/0X0qLBVvGZ8/s640/blogger-image-1056319566.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4eYtv08qXwE/U_6UgQC-izI/AAAAAAAAADU/0X0qLBVvGZ8/s640/blogger-image-1056319566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c3cy3V9UoLU/U_6UeqVl6GI/AAAAAAAAADA/gfsr2q7xNFU/s640/blogger-image--1956520370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c3cy3V9UoLU/U_6UeqVl6GI/AAAAAAAAADA/gfsr2q7xNFU/s640/blogger-image--1956520370.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c3cy3V9UoLU/U_6UeqVl6GI/AAAAAAAAADA/gfsr2q7xNFU/s640/blogger-image--1956520370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pe6NJGpb10g/U_6UftDsL2I/AAAAAAAAADI/Z-99uq1324Q/s640/blogger-image-821215251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pe6NJGpb10g/U_6UftDsL2I/AAAAAAAAADI/Z-99uq1324Q/s640/blogger-image-821215251.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-47873026242881193112014-08-19T08:56:00.001-07:002014-08-19T08:56:41.031-07:00Momoka and visa<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">As of today, Momoka has been in the Cook household for about 4 days I think. Shes great. She is easy to catch on to things and is really good at English!! She's been really tired and even comes home some days, sits on the couch, and just falls asleep sitting up. I love it. We had her registered and chose her classes yesterday and it seems like she has a pretty solid schedule. Although I leave in about 2 weeks and I won't be living with her and my entire family for the entire year, I'm still really excited for her and glad that I got these 3 weeks with her.</span></div><div><br></div><div>Soooooo yesterday I finally received my visa. Which means that all of my requirements to leave for Spain are fulfilled and now I just have to wait until departure. We are also looking into bank accounts and cell phone plans. For banks, we will probably find a bank in the US that I can receive a debit card with low transaction fees. For cell phone, I will probably just buy one over there. Hopefully they aren't too expensive.</div><div><br></div><div>12 days till NYC, 14 days till orientation.... 15 DAYS UNTIL DEPARTURE. At the moment, time seems like it is going in slow motion, but in all reality it is going faster than I can imagine. It feels like just yesterday I was finishing my application and clicking submit. </div><div><br></div><div>Lilly</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-19453153809142560402014-08-11T21:15:00.001-07:002014-08-11T21:17:06.948-07:00Packing list.Now before you get all creeped out because I have begun packing more than 3 weeks before my departure, realize that my family is hosting an exchange student as well. That exchange student, Momoka, will be staying in my room for the year while I am in Spain. Said exchange student will also be arriving to our home in 3 days..... Sooooo I am cleaning my room. I have about 3 baskets of clean laundry in my room that I refuse to put away just to get them back out in a week. So I have begun my packing process. <div><br></div><div>I am packing mostly my fall/winter clothes into my giant checked luggage. That includes jackets, sweater, boots, long sleeve shirts, jeans and pants. My summer clothes including shorts, shirts, tee shirts, bathing suits, converses and sandals will then be fit into the rest of the space in my luggage, and my carry on. </div><div><br></div><div>Here is my Unofficially Offical list:</div><div>(Numbers are approximations)</div><div><br></div><div>TOPS:</div><div>Short sleeve t-shirts (6)</div><div>Long sleeve t-shirts (4)</div><div>Tank tops (5)</div><div>Sweaters (2)</div><div>Sweatshirts (3)</div><div>Jackets (2)</div><div>Dresses (4)</div><div>Rompers/Jumpsuits (1)</div><div>Nice shirts (5)</div><div><br></div><div>BOTTOMS:</div><div>Jeans (4) ... I've packed 6 so far...</div><div>Pants (3)</div><div>Skirts (4)</div><div>Leggings</div><div>Shorts (5)</div><div>Athletic shorts (5)</div><div>Tights</div><div>Capris (2)</div><div>Sweats/pajamas (2)</div><div><br></div><div>SHOES:</div><div>Converses</div><div>Canvas shoes</div><div>Boots (2)</div><div>Sneakers (2) </div><div>Spikes (for track and field)</div><div>Sandals</div><div>Flip flops</div><div><br></div><div>OTHER:</div><div>Underwear (24)</div><div>Bras (4)</div><div>Sports bras (6)</div><div>Socks (10 pairs)</div><div>Scarves (3)</div><div>Earrings (3) ... I only wear studs...</div><div>Makeup</div><div>Headbands (5)</div><div>Belts (2)</div><div>Gloves (1 pair)</div><div><br></div><div>This list is not including toiletries. I'm sure I will be adding and subtracting many thing from this list as I attempt to meet the size and weight requirements. I also plan on bringing a few journals: a journal for daily/weekly/monthly writing, a journal for learning and remembering words and phrases, a booklet with names, numbers, and addresses, and a Spanish to English dictionary. Other things I will bring will be a power converter or two and host family gifts.</div><div><br></div><div>As there are many obvious or less obvious items that are vital to pack PLEASE comment and let me know if you find my list is missing something. </div><div><br></div><div>My natural family's exchange student arrives in 3 days, and my host family's exchange student arrives in approximately 25 days. </div><div><br></div><div>No puedo esperar! ....</div><div>I can not wait!</div><div><br></div><div>Lilly</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-2304529664607861112014-08-04T11:21:00.001-07:002014-08-04T11:21:26.683-07:00Fully supportedSo I have had a very exciting last couple of days. My week began with a sports writer for the daily newspaper contacting me to ask if he cold write a story on me. I of course said yes! Matt Goul, from York Daily Record had called me for an interview and a few short hours later I was in an article! Somehow I ended up being on the front page of the sports section, and had a giant picture of me throwing javelin. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2lz2lQe0YV0/U9_PHtobUhI/AAAAAAAAACU/j6LwPy5G69g/s640/blogger-image--952383521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2lz2lQe0YV0/U9_PHtobUhI/AAAAAAAAACU/j6LwPy5G69g/s640/blogger-image--952383521.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here is the link to the article: <a href="http://www.gametimepa.com/yorkadams/ci_26260524/dallastowns-lilly-cook-spend-year-spain" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">http://www.gametimepa.com/yorkadams/ci_26260524/dallastowns-lilly-cook-spend-year-spain</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Along with that Matt Goul posting that article on twitter, 5 Spanish twitter accounts had also posted it! I have no idea why but it was super exciting! Along with that, I had also been elected for The YMCA's member spotlight! It described my upcoming venture to Spain and my plans to train with the javelin, regardless of being coachless. I am feeling very honored and very fortunate to be in the position I am. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Also, yesterday was the Speedwell Foundation Scholarship Picnic. I was able to meet the lady who began it all. Jenny and Mike Messner, who had been an exchange student to Brazil, has given out 115 full scholarships for AFS students in the past 7 years. I was very excited to meet them as they are the couple that is funding my entire journey to Spain. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o2KHdlrGR6U/U9_PG5WLelI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JXdtVwkhEZM/s640/blogger-image--1090173327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o2KHdlrGR6U/U9_PG5WLelI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JXdtVwkhEZM/s640/blogger-image--1090173327.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I also got to meet and talk to returnees from Spain. I heard all about their experiences and it makes me even more eager to just get there! Below is the group of students from my area chapter that I will be traveling to Spain with (excluding one.) <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HlxEw9Mi5eI/U9_PJYAqXBI/AAAAAAAAACg/H5vB4G9qoMg/s640/blogger-image-697737262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HlxEw9Mi5eI/U9_PJYAqXBI/AAAAAAAAACg/H5vB4G9qoMg/s640/blogger-image-697737262.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">30 more days!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Buenas Dias,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lilly</div></div></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-22660338210975502142014-07-31T17:38:00.001-07:002014-07-31T17:38:43.352-07:00False advertisement.Let me just start by saying this: I typed almost this entire entry using my Spanish keyboard and kept wondering why the words continued to change to words that I had no idea the meaning was. That was why. The Spanish keyboard is helpful when you are typing in Spanish, not English. <div><br></div><div>ANYWAY, today was my lucky day. After hours of confusion and many cancelled appointments. I finally have gotten my visa. Unofficially of course. Today was appointment at the Spanish consulate and it was the easiest thing ever. We literally walked up to a window (to a VERY nice looking Spanish man I must add) and we handed him the papers he asked for and boom, I had my visa. Not officially though. He said that we were successful and that my passport containing the visa would come in the mail in 3 weeks. HALLELUJIAH. The visa process was soooooo complicated with collecting papers and trying to book appointments and everything, but when it came down to it, it was just a 10 minute confrontation that made the whole process seem pointless. All in all, I am super happy and I leave in 34 days. Ahhh it will not come soon enough.</div><div><br></div><div>Lilly</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-85345771298497087212014-07-26T21:19:00.001-07:002014-07-26T21:19:58.259-07:00Momoka from JapanSo somewhere along the way in this crazy process, I somehow convinced my parents that it would be a good idea to host while I'm away. I mean there will be an open bed so why not! My host sisters name is Momoka, and she is from Japan. She will be arriving here on August 15th, about 2 weeks before my departure. We have emailed and talked and I am SO excited to be able to meet her and hang out with her before I leave.<div><br></div><div>If you are reading this, I suggest that you try your best to become a host family. I was lucky enough to receive my family more than 3 months before my departure, but I still have friends that don't have family. I understand how nerve wracking it is, and I also know how freaking awesome it feels to open up the email saying you received your host family. You can be the reason that someone's day is great, and even better, you can be the reason that an exchange student's year is great. Do it. Go for it. Your student will be eternally grateful for you, and I'm sure you will be eternally grateful for them. Once a family, always a family.</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-12264113792887793332014-06-24T06:31:00.001-07:002014-06-24T06:52:50.872-07:00Stupid visaI can easily, without a doubt say that the visa process is the hardest, most stupid, and difficult for no reason thing that had to do with going to Spain. To everyone who will be reading this, thinking about studying abroad next year, I'm not going to make it out to be a stroll in the park. Because it's not. It's hard and annoying. <div><br></div><div>When you first start, the paperwork seems like a lot and VERY overwhelming. But once you get it all together, you realize that it wasn't that difficult. My ONE recommendation would be to go onto the consulate website ATLEAST 2 and a half months ahead of time to make your appointment. Me and my mom went on in late May and the earliest appointment they had was August 7, which is cutting it very close. Luckily, a week later a couple spots opened up in late June. But not lucky. THE DAY BEFORE we left for NYC, we were told that I can't get my spanish visa unless I have my school in Spain. Ugh. Wow so I have my host family, but not school. So that day we cancelled me June 23 appointment, and scheduled the nearest appointment....... September 3. Yes. Exactly, do not procrastinate with scheduling the appointment or else you may be leaving separately than everyone else. BUUUUUTTTT, today, my mom called me and told me that a couple slots opened up in late July, which is exactly what we needed! I was also able to message my friend Ryan (who's luck was not much better than mine with a date of September 2) and tell him to get on the website and get booked!! The appointments get booked VERY fast and really the only way to get one without missing it is to refresh the site every half hour. Yes, that is what my mother and I did for about 4 days straight. But anyway, I just felt the need to post because I am so ecstatic. </div><div><br></div><div>So, I already have like 8 posts or something like that, and I'm not even in Spain yet..... My prediction is that as soon as I get there, I will either post all the time, or drop off the side of the earth and just forget about my blog as my new life progresses. I guess we have yet to see.... 68 days and counting!</div><div><br></div><div>Buenas Tardes,</div><div>Lilly</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-45090124283397665312014-05-29T16:57:00.001-07:002014-05-29T16:57:26.539-07:00Cannot wait!As I got my host family a couple days ago, I have been communicating with my host mom via email. At first we were speaking in English until she told me that she doesn't actually speak fluent English..... That's when I decided I might a well get a head start on my Spanish, and try my best to write by myself.... Although I have been using google translate for assistance (about 1/3 of every email) but hey, practice makes perfect right? So I learned that I will be living in a beautiful, small, red house and I fell in love the first time I saw it.... On google earth I might add. I just typed in the address that was listed under my placement page and BOOM there is my beautiful future home. I fell in love instantly. I've been talking to my mom. About family and sports. I told her that I really love track and field and would like to participate in it while in Spain if possible, but if there wasn't a club nearby, any sport would suffice. And guess what? The VERY next day, my host mom emailed me saying that she found a track club for me and that she would sign me up if I wanted to do it. Ding ding ding. Now I already love my house AND my mom. I cannot wait to begin my life with them!! <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_Vkgwngcz4M/U4fJZBJ0MgI/AAAAAAAAACA/fDh8sC5aye8/s640/blogger-image--535109305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_Vkgwngcz4M/U4fJZBJ0MgI/AAAAAAAAACA/fDh8sC5aye8/s640/blogger-image--535109305.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is the home of the family that I will soon call my own. 95 days and counting......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hasta la proxima,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lilly</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-1786383310871944252014-05-27T19:43:00.001-07:002014-05-27T19:44:42.661-07:00My permanent host family placementToday was my lucky day!! After alllllllllll of the waiting that seemed like forever, I finally got my host family. While a lot of people have already gotten their host families, a lot are also still waiting. I feel very fortunate to have a family who chose me based on what they saw on my application..... Hopefully they can handle the Lilly.... Anyway, I was waiting for my friend to get out of class for lunch when I opened up my email on my iPod. I refreshed the page and there is was! "AFS: Your permanent host family placement". I literally started jumping up and down with excitement. I sent an email to my host mom, Lina. It turns out that along with my host mom and dad, I will also have 3 younger siblings. A sister who is 9, a sister who is 8, and a brother who is 6. Now, I'm comfortable with being in a family with a lot of kids because I myself am 1 of 4. Being the oldest one will be the new part for me. Knowing that I won't have any siblings near my age, I am nervous about beginning high school alone, but hey, I can really do anything I want to right? I am so very excited to begin my life in Spain with this beautiful family. About 96 days and counting until departure. <div><br></div><div>Adios,</div><div>Lilia</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-31818362233970181832014-05-01T12:51:00.001-07:002014-05-01T12:51:48.110-07:00AFS PotluckThis past weekend, my area chapter hosted a social potluck for any and all afs participants and family. While there, I talked to a student who is abroad in the US from Spain named Lluc. I loved talking to him because he could speak English really well, but he also had a thick Spanish accent. I asked what is something we have in the US that isn't in Spain and he said "peanut butter". I then asked what his favorite food in the US was and he again said "peanut butter". And finally I asked what is something he would miss after he leaves, and you could probably guess what he said. "Peanut butter". It was so fun and awesome being able to talk to him because it is getting me more mentally prepared for what kind of situation I have gotten myself into. Speaking of which, LESS THAN 4 MONTHS UNTIL I LEAVE FOR SPAIN. I am soooo excited and soooo anxious and I feel like it's taking forever, but before I know it, I will be on the plane to Madrid. But back to the social, I also met and talked with 3 other students from my area that will be going abroad with me to Spain. Along with them, I met a student who is studying in the US from Pakistan! Tuaha is his name! He was so happy and energetic and the coolest person I have ever met. I promised him that we are definitely going to hang out before he leaves within the next month and a half.... (Which is kind of disappointing to think about, because I will be in the same situation one year from now.) I'm not even in Spain yet, and I already don't want to leave!<div><br></div><div>Below are some pictures from the potluck.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zdzh3f661DE/U2KlzFqq_cI/AAAAAAAAABo/hkeOyaYzs-I/s640/blogger-image--1802975793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zdzh3f661DE/U2KlzFqq_cI/AAAAAAAAABo/hkeOyaYzs-I/s640/blogger-image--1802975793.jpg"></a></div>Lluc from Spain.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-N2vFD9HUKbM/U2Kl0ZO7n4I/AAAAAAAAABs/83SVjX2Pn9M/s640/blogger-image-2057259862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-N2vFD9HUKbM/U2Kl0ZO7n4I/AAAAAAAAABs/83SVjX2Pn9M/s640/blogger-image-2057259862.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tuaha from Pakistan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hasta luego! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lilly</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-38466077199337722792014-04-21T14:32:00.001-07:002014-04-21T14:32:36.822-07:00Afs-SpainToday may have been the best day of my life so far. I was in third period when my mom texted me, telling me that I was accepted into AFS-Spain! The past 5 weeks and 5 days have been the longest ever. After I was accepted into AFS-USA they told me that my application would be reviewed by Spain in the next 4-6 weeks. Of course, being the super optimistic person I am, I was hoping for it to come sooner than that. Sadly, it did not. But happy now, I have been accepted into Spain! I have already started the visa process for Spain, and so far it is such a hassle! I had to get my passport notarized and get an apostille and then get that notarized! Whatever that means. I am just very happy now that i have been guaranteed to go abroad. Lets just say that even though the process may take forever, once it is all said and done and there is no more left to do, you are free! I can't get it through my head that this time next year I will be completely comfortable with a new family and a new group of friends and a new language. It all just seems too good to be true.<div><br></div><div>Well, adios for now,</div><div>Lilly Cook</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-10483782804976927882014-03-24T17:51:00.001-07:002014-04-02T08:17:48.696-07:00AFS Guide for ParticipantsToday my mom told me that I got a huge thick envelope from AFS today. Naturally, I got super excited and was practically jumping off the walls. Good news: I got a giant booklet with a whole bunch of information about what I can look forward to before and during studying abroad. Bad news: I still haven't been accepted by AFS-Spain. I think it's safe to say that that I will most likely be going to Spain next year, but I don't want to say that and then end up not getting accepted. How bad would that stink? Welp, since nothing new has really occurred, I guess I'm right back where I started: waiting.<div><br><div>Hasta luego.</div><div>Lilly </div></div><div><br></div><div>P.S. </div><div>If anybody is also going to Spain, wondering about the process or is in the same position as me, feel free to email me! lillianraecook@gmail.com</div><div><br></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-68105490887858672182014-03-23T12:01:00.001-07:002014-03-23T12:01:42.445-07:00I guess all there is to do is wait.I feel stupid checking my email every 25 minutes. Every single time I click to open the app I think "My acceptance into AFS-Spain is going to be there." But then I look and it isn't. I know it's only been 2 weeks and it could take 4 weeks longer, but I just hate having to wait. I feel like I'm normally a pretty patient person ( I don't know ask my parents) but I feel like this whole process is bringing out the worst in me! I've been reading blogs constantly. I've finished all of the blogs of the kids in Spain so I've kinda been doing Italy and Portugal and others. <div><br></div><div>Foreign exchange students only ever post about all of the good times they've had. They tell about their awesome family and how well they're doing in school and how easy it is to learn Spanish. When I come across a blog that speaks about all of the difficulties and problems and worried thoughts, I am most intrigued. I want to know the truth about how difficult it is to adapt to a family that you may not feel comfortable with or how clueless you feel when people talk to you and how you feel helpless. I plan on writing about how I am really feeling because I don't want to dress up the experience like it is a vacation and like there is no extra work that needs to be put into it.</div><div><br></div><div>Now, I say all of that like I'm looking forward to the challenges. Not necessarily. I'm more looking forward to the calm after the storm, not the actual thunder and lightening. While a nice thunderstorm can be beautiful, they're actually really scary when you think about it. I've always been one to love rain and love falling asleep to water on the roof and thunder. Likewise, I love being put up to challenges. I love proving people wrong and showing people that I am the best at everything I put my mind to. (Which is gonna be really difficult when I can't understand anything anyone is saying.) I'm gonna be honest I'm scared. I'm scared that I will fail every class regardless of how hard I am trying. I am scared that I will be put with a host family that doesn't meet my needs and I'm going to have to move. I'm scared that even after 10 whole months, I still will have no idea what I am saying. I am going to miss my family. And my pets. And my best friend and her family. Luckily I know that they will all still be here when I get back and they all support me 100%.</div><div><br></div><div>Below are some picture of my family, pets, and friends.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dorrGJLIm1o/Uy8tTZUI-DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aCnJUOma2Ec/s640/blogger-image--2042375491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dorrGJLIm1o/Uy8tTZUI-DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aCnJUOma2Ec/s640/blogger-image--2042375491.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KOLX4GwlBDo/Uy8tW7_wKuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4EZTyDv1Fhs/s640/blogger-image--1803550957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KOLX4GwlBDo/Uy8tW7_wKuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4EZTyDv1Fhs/s640/blogger-image--1803550957.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vyLXYZhY_7w/Uy8tXYR8trI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-2JRQ7DXmQw/s640/blogger-image--1259919451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vyLXYZhY_7w/Uy8tXYR8trI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-2JRQ7DXmQw/s640/blogger-image--1259919451.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6M9chyI_6NQ/Uy8tX5LbDHI/AAAAAAAAABA/v2DFsM0-HQw/s640/blogger-image-172727496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6M9chyI_6NQ/Uy8tX5LbDHI/AAAAAAAAABA/v2DFsM0-HQw/s640/blogger-image-172727496.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ftD4JJn2uHY/Uy8tUsLNl5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/de2yoZQemO4/s640/blogger-image--634025883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ftD4JJn2uHY/Uy8tUsLNl5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/de2yoZQemO4/s640/blogger-image--634025883.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--XGhP0B8ioY/Uy8tbPsnquI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Vvonzu8lCb8/s640/blogger-image--1625124374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--XGhP0B8ioY/Uy8tbPsnquI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Vvonzu8lCb8/s640/blogger-image--1625124374.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rE2FEIoEpdA/Uy8tWYm3PpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sc7m0tV_hTQ/s640/blogger-image-1822688144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rE2FEIoEpdA/Uy8tWYm3PpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sc7m0tV_hTQ/s640/blogger-image-1822688144.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j2idhP0WWcI/Uy8taOoW0CI/AAAAAAAAABI/pXa0rRGM-sQ/s640/blogger-image--446820861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j2idhP0WWcI/Uy8taOoW0CI/AAAAAAAAABI/pXa0rRGM-sQ/s640/blogger-image--446820861.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--jhvZQGSRuM/Uy8tcEsHalI/AAAAAAAAABY/H5aFxh_8P5o/s640/blogger-image-793234093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--jhvZQGSRuM/Uy8tcEsHalI/AAAAAAAAABY/H5aFxh_8P5o/s640/blogger-image-793234093.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209522929505457496.post-68176476959529483862014-03-22T15:54:00.001-07:002014-03-22T16:36:03.989-07:00Need closure.My name is Lilly and I am from South Pennsylvania. I started the AFS application process around mid November. It may have been the single longest process I have ever gone through, but in the end it was all worth it. <div><br></div><div>I submitted my completed application in January before the priority deadline. After having it sent back twice with all of the corrections I needed to make, I was finally accepted into AFS-USA. I was also awarded a full scholarship to study abroad. When I got the call, I literally screamed and felt so many emotions rushing through me. Long hours and four extra essays later, my hard work finally paid off. I got the scholarship which meant that I was going to Spain... free. Shout out the Speedwell Foundation for the awesome opportunity by the way. </div><div><br></div><div>The only thing I have left that will guarantee me the program is that I have to be accepted by AFS-Spain. It has been 2 weeks since my application has been sent overseas, but it feels like it has been months. The email told me that it will probably take 4-6 weeks to be accepted, but I hate waiting. So many of the blogs that I have read, the people found out about their acceptance within 2 weeks! All I really need is the closure that I am for sure going abroad next year. I need all of the time and effort to be worth it. How bad would it suck if I was awarded a $15,000 scholarship, and then wasn't even accepted by the program? Yeah, it would suck horribly. Ugh I feel like I'm whining but the waiting just sucks! </div><div><br></div><div>I'll post again as soon as I know. Too eager for anybody to understand. </div><div><br></div><div>Adios! Lilly</div>Lilly Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11359453312571962165noreply@blogger.com0