On Friday I went to my roommate's work at the girl's youth club and the girls were allowed to invite friends. All the girls were divided up into teams and had different activities to go to like guitar, painting, flamenco, etc. I was in cooking with another girl and there were six different dishes were various condiments that the girls had to try. Two of them were blindfolded and had to guess two different things. While I was there the girls in the aerobic's room were listening to Justin Bieber. Now I knew that a lot of the girls liked Justin Bieber since I had given English lessons to them the previous week. We were playing Simon Says and I let one of the girls be Simon and she told them 'Simon Says sing Justin Bieber.' I'm pretty thankful that my sister is not caught up in Bieber Fever and she doesn't like him at all so I didn't really have to deal with it back home, but I'm pretty sure twenty young Spanish girls singing 'Baby Baby ooo baby' indicates that Bieber Fever has crossed the Atlantic and landed on the Iberian Peninsula.
That same night at the club I went to a 'talk' where a priest comes and has a talk about some topic or another with the girls. The priest was talking about how there is only one real mass and he kept asking questions to the girls and he firmly responded 'No' to them if they were wrong in a 'uh, did you really just say that?' kind of way and you snarkily want to reply 'my bad'. Obviously these questions had a right or wrong kind of answer with no inbetween. My thoughts as this all was happening were that aren't some things open for interpretation with no black and white answer? The priest was saying that the only real mass was when Jesus died and when one of the girls said The Last Supper, well, we know what he told her. I understand that some things are right or wrong and yes, this happened or that didn't, but some things are rather grey. Example: I remember quite a number of years ago a discussion in my family about the Old Testament and whether certain things in there really happened or not. Some people believed yes, they did, and others didn't. A grey area that's open for interpretation. Maybe it was just the way the priest was saying it to the girls that really irked me.
Yesterday I went to my roommate's mom's place to eat lunch with them. Her aunt also came and she is referred to as 'gorda' (fat). She responded to the name and it didn't even phase her, but I can't get over how people over here are so blunt sometimes. A couple months ago my roommate gave me jeans to try on, saying her sister was 'a little fatter' than her so she wouldn't fit. I met her sister over Christmas and she is by no means fat. If someone was ever given the nickname 'fatty' back home, I'm sure that person would not be happy with it and would be quite offended. Oh, Spain.
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