Here I shall record the stories of my travels and adventures around Spain and Europe for all those who are interested. I wasn't planning on making a blog but I was finally persuaded into it...so I'm a little behind. Well I guess I should start from the beginning. January 1st 2011; What a better way to start the new year then on a plane to Spain! Four weeks ago (wow I can't believe I have been here that long!) I said goodbye to all my friends, hugged my parents goodbye and swallowed all my fears as walked off alone toward the security checkpoint at the airport. I'm not gonna lie I was scared shitless and wide awake despite the fact I hadn't slept the night before. After an eight hour plane ride (where once again I didn't sleep) I arrived in Madrid at 7:00 a.m January 2. I had now been awake for over 40 hours. The family friends that I would be staying with for the next week picked me up from the airport. After an awkward car ride where I attempted to speak in Spanish, I took an amazing 9 hour nap and woke up around 5 p.m extremely confused about what day it was. Nothing to exciting happened this week. I was stuck helping shop for presents for el Dia de Reyes (three kings day). On January 6th the three kings leave presents by your shoes. Their entire family came over to celebrate. It was a little awkward being the random American girl there. Whenever people would speak to me in Spanish the grandma would yell "Ella no entiende, ella no habla espanol!".
The next morning was my flight to SEVLLA; my home for the next 5 months! For the first two nights I stayed at a hotel with all of the other Americans in my program. I had two roommates, one of which I became really good friends with. Her name is Jenessa (she looks like Taylor Swift! ). On Sunday our families came to pick us up. I'm living with a single mom with a 2 year old boy named Antonio and a 6 year old girl named Lola. I was so excited about my family having kids...now I'm not so sure. Ha I actually love my family except for the fact that for the first two weeks the 2 year old HATED ME. But after being kicked, hit, called stupid and ugly I finally had a break through the other day. Antonio grabbed my hand and asked me to play with him and I was in such shock that despite the fact that I only had 30 mins to get ready for class I did, (I ended up going to class with my pjs still on) and then he gave me a hug when I got back! Phew it was a rough two weeks living in such small quarters with a kid that hated me, glad thats over with... for the most part. O and guess what my "mom's" job is here!? She hosts sex toy parties.
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