Soooooo! I’m in Spain! I can successfully say that in my first 48 hours, I’ve had a fantastic time. I was not “taken“, pick-pocketed, or assumed to be a prostitute! (Because, you know, that happens in Spain. Awkward.)
Yeah, that’s me. Cute, right? And oh so humble!
Just some fun facts of my time here so far:
- My host mom is a boss. She owned her own restaurant in Madrid for 20+ years and throws down in the kitchen.
- I haven’t gotten lost! And that’s no small feat, especially considering that I have a really bad sense of direction. Plus, their metros are confusing.
This may look pretty straight forward to you, but to me it’s a maze. It’s easy for me to get lost anywhere. Even in a straight line. Trust me.
- Everyone is so chill here. I haven’t seen one person run anywhere or appear upset at anything (Granted, it’s only been two days but still!)
- Fun fact: The word “cool” in Spain used colloquially sounds like the word “wise.” Ie: Jessica is so wise; I love her.
I actually took an informal tour with a small group of my peers around the surrounding area near my university (all in Spanish, of course). We passed a store called “The American Store” that had tacky flag memorabilia and nothing but carbohydrates inside. Oh, America.
It’s pretty glamorous being abroad; I’ll try not to get too big headed.
One more fun fact! I SWEAR I saw Flo Rida on the metro. I wanted to take a picture but that’s, you know, “unacceptable.”