Confession time: I have not taken a Spanish class in a year.
Probably not my best decision — relooking at the subjunctive on this handy website is making my head spin. So. Many. Uses. And. Rules. And. Phrases.
I mean, I could make all the excuses: not enough time, it’s not really key to my major and minor (English and Political Science), I watch tons of movies in the Spanish language (Gael García Bernal and Javier Bardem, yum), etc. Still, not having had consistent exposure to both the written and spoken language is probably going to hurt me.
But that’s why I’m going to Spain, right? To get that exposure? Learning Spanish was still pretty difficult even when I was taking Spanish because I didn’t get 24/7 immersion. Won’t being forced to read, write, listen to, and speak Spanish all the time help?
Hopefully, it will. The Spanish language is not the only thing giving me an info-ache, as I like to call it, though. That Lonely Planet guidebook is a killer, a 909-page killer, and that’s excluding the index and acknowledgements. I mostly have to skim that thing, and I still am worried nothing is really sticking.
Except for this under festivals in June:
Feast of Corpus Cristi
On the Thursday in the ninth week after Easter, religious processions and celebrations take place in Toledo and other cities. The strangest celebrations are the baby-jumping tradition of Castrillo de Murcia. . .
Apparently, since 1620, the approximately 250 inhabitants of this village line up all their babies (up to six) on a mattress. Then, adult men dressed up as “El Colacho,” who represents the devil, jump over them.
This is supposed to ward off the devil. How? I don’t know, but according to this super-recent (as of March) guidebook, no baby has ever been injured or so claims the village.
I’ll take their word for it.