Mi Vida en España

I´ve moved in with a Spanish family and it has been awesome. I live with a woman who´s about 50 named Marisa and her 7 year old son, Goyo. Before I moved in I was really worried. I´m used to living on my own at this point and it´s a more comfortable situation to be with other Americans anyway. By the second day I felt like it was a home I had never left. I fit right in with the two of them constantly teasing each other. I already know the city so I don´t need to rely on them too much for anything except for the constant Spanish. I just learned yesterday that apparently Marisa can speak English but our director, Luis, told her to not speak to me in English at all because he thinks I know enough Spanish where it´s not necessary. It took me a week to figure this out. BUt in that week I have learned SO much more Spanish at a faster pace than I was learning at school. Before you could go to school all day, but when you went home you´d still be among other Americans and you would speak English. Now I learn something at school and I´m able to go home and practice what I´ve learned. It´s so fun. Talking to Goyo is awesome too because he has a simpler way of talking and a simpler way of explaining everything. I come home and I have food waiting for me for lunch, and then I get dinner later around 9:30. She does my laundry and she even cleaned my room once. Mom says to not get used to it. OH and for the first couple days Goyo took advantage of the language barrier and cheated in every game we played until I finally learned the word "Tramposo" and now I win everything... he never wants to play as much anymore...