The Pineapple Yogurt

When in a new situation, like living abroad with a new family with new rules, it's often the little things that really makes you realize you're not at home. Ideas such as the fact that I don't have "kitchen privileges" in the apartment, so for dinner unless I go out I have to have a sandwich or cereal or salad. This was one of the first times I was really hit with the fact that I was in a house, but it wasn't really mine. I'm so used to being able to make myself a grilled cheese sandwich, or cook up some pasta and create a yummy sauce. Here I can't do that.

On the bright side, this phenomenon works for good things too. Yesterday my alarm didn't go off as I set it for 7:15 PM instead of AM. I was woken up by my host mom at 8, and having class at 8:40, I had to rush to get ready. I told her I would take my breakfast with me because I didn't have time to shower and eat. To my dismay she made me take my yogurt with me, which I feared would be really gross if I didn't eat it right away. I figured I would do something with it once I got to school. My grammar class has proven to be boring and the teacher even speaks English in class quite regularly, so I don't enjoy it much, especially when, like yesterday, I had an assignment for another class to finish. I meant to finish it in the morning, but having woke up late that didn't happen. I rushed to finish the paper over coffee with a friend, finishing with 10 minutes to spare, when I decide to take out my breakfast. I take out the yogurt, ready to toss it if it seemed warm, and realized it was pineapple yogurt.

Now, the thing about pineapple yogurt is that it is my absolute favorite. I could eat pineapple yogurt everyday and not be sick of it. I had told my host mom that I liked pineapple yogurt, but they don't have the yogurt with the fruit on the bottom here so I figured they wouldn't have a pineapple variety. The fact that she remembered and continued looking even after a couple times finding that there was no pineapple yogurt, made my horrible day so much better. I felt a bit more at home here in the Granada apartment after such a silly thing as pineapple yogurt.