First Official Day in Spain 1/8/13

I don’t know how to describe Spain yet, because I’ve probably spent about an hour total outside. If I had to use three words, they would be freezing, beautiful and strange. I literally sit on my bed and just stare outside of my window. The girls are just insanely unique looking. They all have dark hair, or fake light hair (like me) and beautiful eyes. They don’t wear a lot of makeup. They are just so unique. I find myself staring. The men are beautiful too. It’s all a gigantic joke. I can’t believe that anyone has ever compared me to these gorgeous people. I am literally flattered. But in some ways I can sort-of see it. People just assume I am Spanish here. Aesthetically, Spain looks like the East Coast to me. The particular place I am at is very urban. I guess in many ways, I am finally getting what I want. But like a classic female, I don’t really know how to handle getting what I want.

I’m feeling… shocked. But not in a bad way. I am not feeling the same culture shock I felt when I went to Lebanon last summer. I am not surrounded by tons of family, whom I think I am supposed to share similarities with. I am in a place where I know I have been raised and ingrained with differences. I am challenged with the task of adjusting. I am thoroughly confident that I will not only adjust, but fall in love with the place. That scares me. But I can’t get ahead of myself. I am forcing myself to live day by day. Just like I began doing back home.

Spain is so different from Southern California, and especially Orange County… that it is ridiculous. I am living in an apartment that is literally less than a block from the Real Madrid stadium. Which is HUGE I may add. It literally looks like a big grey, gigantic theatre from the outside.

SO far, I am happy. I went to a store named Zara yesterday with my host mommy, who won’t let me call her Senora or Dona. All the clothing is similar to the clothing I bought with my real mommy before coming here (Thank you Lupita). The girls are just way too chic though. They all casually wear heeled-boots. I don’t even own a pair of heels…. Oh well! I am about to have desayuna- which I hope is the right grammatical form of breakfast! I am then heading to the university I am attending here, Suffolk, with my host-mommy so I learn the ropes. After that I am then going to try and figure out the streets for a nice little run that I am going to try and make habitual like it was for me back home! I then have orientation at 5:30 PM, where I will head to Suffolk on the metro, by myself.  Here’s to adventuring!!

My bed!
My bed!
View into my bedroom
View into my bedroom
My Shelves (I know you were so curious)
My Shelves (I know you were so curious)
Wardrobe
Wardrobe
View from my window
View from my window
The Salon
The Salon
The living room
The living room
Kitchen
Kitchen
Table
Meal times

There is also a long hallway, my bathroom, 2 bedrooms and a master bedroom and bathroom, a laundry room and a storage place that I did not include… Although I may include later if I get the energy!

Hope you have a fabulous day!

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