Barcelona!

Well well well, 

I have arrived in the wonderfully moist city that is Barcelona. The plane rides were pretty uninteresting. I had a window seat on each airplane I was on, (a total of three) which helped me catch a few hours of sleep. 

We arrived in Barcelona, 4:00 pm Spanish time, about 1:00 am California time. A small spanish woman named Maria Jose ushered us all onto a bus. When I say all, I am talking about 30-40 americans and 4 Germans. I fell asleep right away, so the bus ride seemed really short. 

At the hostel, it took about 30 minutes to get everyone in their rooms. People bring so much stuff. I am talking about two huge suitcases, and then $400 worth of stuff being shipped to their host families. I only have one suitcase, which seems like more than enough stuff, considering all of the fantastic spanish clothing I am going to buy!  The hostel is surprising nice, but they food they serve is terrible. The spanish programs leaders are awesome. They don't speak English that well, but are always laughing and yelling and pointing, which is how all Spaniards seem to communicate.  Maria Jose decided to take me under her wing, so during dinner, she told me I wasn't eating enough (or something along those lines) and started putting yogurt and milk onto my tray, gesturing and lisping all over my pasta with peas and bread roll. 

But, before dinner, we had two hours to "get settled" That was my lowest point throughout the whole weekend. I didn't like any of the kids who were in the hostel. They were all boring, a little bit stupid, and quite American. All they seemed to do was complain. I was really homesick, really really tired, confused, and still a little bit in shock because I was actually doing a year abroad. 

After dinner though, was where the fun began. I was going to be outside in the Barcelona warm rain and cry, but.....luckily, a few other students who will also be living in Cadiz found me and I went out with them, which was awesome. We had total freedom (but had to be back by ten) in a beautiful city,  and my leg numbing fear started to subside as I went searching for Spanish men to marry :)

Saturday was way more fun. I met this awesome girl (named Sydney) whose grandfather is the mayor of Oakland, and on the tour of Barcelona, we just giggled and fell asleep on the bus. After dinner, we went out with two Germans, one was my roommate, who speaks PERFECT english and her friend, Paul. Paul was very funny. His english was silly but better than my German or Spanish.  Sydney and I were talking about a one of the american leaders who was kinda of an asshole, and we told Paul that the leader was being a dick during the tour. Paul's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed "HE HAS A BIG DICK?!!?!?" That was the highlight of the evening. 

Sorry that once again, this is still very uninteresting. More things will happen when I meet my host family tomorrow and begin school on Monday!

Thanks for reading!