Day 1:
After a 35euro taxi drive bc we didn’t know where the hell we were going.
Highlights of the trip
- Crying my eyes out at BWI.
- A cute english boy was on my flight to London
- I had a long ass layover in Heathrow
- Some woman came up to me in Heathrow and said she was a Phi Mu too
- I passed out before my flight to Madrid even left….and it left an hour late.
- Said delay resulted in me running through the maze that is the Barajas Airport. Made it to the gate in a sweaty mess.
- Passed out on the flight to Granada
- Almost had a heart attack when I thought my luggage was lost but it wasn’t praise the jesus.
- Took a taxi from the airport to my apt. We had 2 different addresses. We had to call my host mom to get correct directions aaaaah.
BUT I am here. And I had a delicious dinner too. Yumma.
Day 2:
My 2 roommates and I got lost after we ditched the tour to head home for lunch. On the way, we discovered IRISH BARS THAT PLAY AMERICAN SPORTS GAMES. Mega jackpot, you know where I'll be for the Super Bowl.
On the bright side, I placed into the level of classes that I wanted. Apparently my writing was "Advanced" but my grammar was "High Intermediate"....whatever, high intermediate works for meeee and maybe it means better grades.
I am never going to go hungry here. Last night's dinner was green beans&potatoes and then a sausage pizza thing. Today's lunch was chicken soup, salchichas and a fried egg. I might need to ask my parents to mail my tennis shoes over....I refuse to gain a pound a week while living here!!! :/
I'm about to siesta. And then check out a tapas bar later. Goodbye for now!
