I have to admit, I was a walking ball of stress encompassed in a student’s body the last 24 hours before my departure to Spain. The commitment of leaving the states for a year, more of leaving my familiar connections (a.k.a my friends and family) hit me like a bad semi-truck accident. For the very few who actually witnessed this or heard my panic first-hand, I apologize: I am all better.
Once we all landed, immediate action commenced. We reached our temporary residence in the center of the city near Plaza del Sol and the search for security in a place to live, familiarity with the city, and financial means became our focus. It was kind of similar to a piranha feeding frenzy with how quickly we jumped on the processes needed for success. Unfortunately, my Spanish…well lets just say I am struggling a bit. However, I now know the word for buzzer (its timbre). Proudly I am able to say that I found an apartment to live in on the second day. Very modern and a classic European size, this apartment whether I like it or not (by the way I love it) will be my residence for the next year. I just have to get used to washing all my dishes by hand and hanging my clothes out on a clothes line. I will cross my fingers each time for a lack of rain. Pictures will come soon, I move in Friday.