Saturday, March 26, 2011

My Spanish phone is hereby to be dubbed Opossum...

For it's remarkable and distinctively asshole behavior at managing to *play dead for almost three weeks*.

For a brief recap, since Morocco, the phone I bought here stopped working. I whined, coddled it, tried to charge it, took apart all of it's bits and pieces, attempted a séance, to no avail. Last week, I gave up, put it back in it's box, set about doing homework and promptly forgot about it.

I've been intending to go to Vodafone and ask what was wrong with it, and actually was about to put my shoes on to go this evening when I figured I'd shove it on the charger one last time before venturing out.

AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW. Like magic, the charging signal comes up, my phone turns on just fine, and I'm left with the conclusion that my phone is a jerk. A jerk named Opossum, 'cause that's how I roll.

Anyway, my phone making a zombie like return from death is a good enough reason for blog post, I suppose.

Not much has been going on here- came down with a cold, so I'm not the prettiest sight in all the land, but whatever. It's not that bad, and it seems to be clearing up.

I have to go out and get some new clothes- I'm going to head out tomorrow to get some dresses and skirts. I've lost some weight here which is awesome. I've been walking everywhere and have not been eating Moody food, which I think are the two main reasons behind it. It's a good thing that I'm losing weight- on the other hand, only one pair of my jeans fits properly now.

Let's see, what else...still struggling with my language skills, but it's going a little better. I need to talk to my intercambio >. > I've been putting it off, since there's been sort of a revolving door of them. I need to make sure the one I've been assigned is still in the program, and if not, got to Rodrigo and ask for a new one. Since having one is a mandatory part of the program...yeah, I need to get on that.

Faolan's birthday is coming up! I can't believe she's going to be one. It feels like she's always been a part of my life and in the same breath, she's so new and exciting. I need to get a package off to her with a gift. There are some little plastic wolves in a store near here that I may pick up, and maybe a little flamenco dress, if I can find one cheap enough.

Overall, things have been good. Nothing too exciting. :D In conclusion, here's a picture of me and some friends on St. Patrick's Day. (photo curtesy of Kelsey Smagler)
Way in the back, but I'm there! :D


Saturday, March 12, 2011

Culture shock, some whining, and a few good things

Not a lot has been going on recently, to be honest. Part of it is because things are becoming routine- classes Monday-Thursday, doing homework, going out on Tuesdays, etc, and part of it is that I am tragically a responsible student and don't go out all the time.

Last night was cool though- there was a play being shown of a work that I have to read for my literature class, so I went to that. It's The House of Bernarda Alba, by Lorca, and while my señora, Carmen, told me it was a very dramatic play, this version was played for a lot more laughs.

The inner techie in me cringed some parts though- messy stage, and one of their set pieces (the bottom step of bleachers) broke in the middle of the show.

Anyway, the going to the theater is actually a pretty good example of how I am experiencing some culture shock. Overall, I wouldn't say that I'm being hit too hard by it- I'm not freaking out, and while I miss home, I'm not homesick. I love Seville, and I love being here.

However, there are some things that are tripping me up, hard. I feel like my confidence level has plummeted here. I'm so anxious about *stupid* things where I have to communicate- like getting a taxi, or going into to Vodafone to see why my mobile is dead. Things I have no problem with at home are serious challenges to me here.

The biggest aspect of that is that I feel like my language skills are just crap right now. I find myself feeling really foolish and slow, because I can't think of a word or how to ask for things. And, logically, I know that it was sort of a huge jump to take a year and a half of Spanish and then come here to study, and I know this is all to be expected and it'll pass, but whatever, it's a giant pain in the ass, but, ugh ugh. I don't know, I hate it.

It may sound really arrogant to say this, but I'm not used to not being confident in myself. And it is really, really frustrating when I find myself being scared or, for fuck's sake, *timid* about things. That isn't me, and it's making me pretty angry at myself.

Now, pity party aside, I know that the only solution for this is to work harder at my spanish, force myself to do things, and quite whining all the time, goddamn. It's just taking me a little longer for my practical brain to kick my whiny brain's ass over here, and it's pissing me off.

Here are a five good things to counter to suck in this post:

There is a cafe right around the corner from the school, and guys, it's a serious old man bar. It's literally a tiny little place, with a counter and some stools, and just enough room for a couple people to stand in there. It's run by this older guy, probably late 50's, and all these men come every day- some older, some younger, to drink coffee and talk. Anyway, I go there just about every school day during break with my friend Clarissa, and sometimes by myself. So I go, and I don't have to order, because he's already putting espresso in a glass and steaming milk for me, and when I'm alone, I sit and do my homework, and if I don't know a word, he'll come over,  put his glasses on, and explain to me what it is.

It's silly, but it's pretty much my favourite place in Sevilla. I feel like I've got a little niche there, a space between the men in suits for the quiet American girl to do her homework and revel in the bliss of cafe con leche.

Second good thing: Last night, I had churros from the place on Puente de Triana, and good God was that an excellent life decision.

Third good thing: Tinto de verano is delicious and it is absolutely what I will be drinking non-stop in the States.

Fourth good thing: I am going to get my hair trimmed and get bangs while I'm here. I'm taking my Señora with me, just in case I need help explaining, but I am excited. :D

Fifth good thing: Anne has finished Game of Thrones, so I know what I'm doing today. On to Clash of Kings!

Bonus sixth good thing! Adele's new album is baller as hell, go listen to it.

Alright, muchachos. Enough for now.

 Hasta luego,

Sunday, March 6, 2011


So, this may be a little wordy, because lots has happened, and I've been negligent about updating this.

First of all, let's talk Morocco:

My travels to Morocco started early last Saturday morning, when I got up, grabbed my bag, and headed to Plaza de Cuba to wait for my bus. After embarking on the bus, and watching a very, very, *VERY* drunk, shirtless man walk* (read as: stagger/waver/almost fall) around the Plaza, we headed off towards Gibraltar.

Gibraltar is physically in Spain, but actually belongs to the UK, which makes for a very interesting mix of cultures. :D Gibraltar is also known as "The Rock", which has significantly less Sean Connery than you may originally assume. Anyway, it's aptly named, since it happens to be...a giant rock. With monkeys at the top. Go figure.

Everyone in Gibraltar speaks perfect Spanish and English, and there are loads of British pubs and chip shops. I managed to pick up a box of Ty-phoo tea for the roommate at home, which is awesome. Anyway, my group of friends decided to grab breakfast at an Irish pub, where there was eggs and soda bread and fish and chips had by all.

After Gibraltar, we headed to the bus again, off to Algeciras, where we took the ferry to Ceuta, which is Spanish owned territory next to Morocco. Cueta was gorgeous, and we drove up the steep hills to stand at the top and take a break and take pictures. 

SPEAKING OF PICTURES. I have actually very few of my own pictures, since, like a *moron* I forgot my camera card. Yeah, yeah, I know. There are pictures on FB that I'm tagged in, and I plan on stealing a bunch of them. 

This is right around the part in the trip where I developed a headache that I couldn't shake. I think it was part dehydration, heat, and being tired, but it made me kind of grumpy and taciturn. Thus, I plugged Garcia (new iPod after Patrick died. ;__;) and kept to myself for a while. No need to unleash my grumpiness on others. 

Anyway, (after some period of hurry-up-and-wait) we got back on the buses, and headed to the border. At this point, I can't really describe the scenery, since it was getting dark. It is also prohibited from taking pictures at the border, something they apparently take very seriously, and no one was dumb/brave enough to try it. I do kind of wish we could have taken pictures, because we totally saw some people border hopping. !! All  sneaky like, these guys would slip down down from their perch on the side of the hill, hop up around this little building, over the fence, and then slip down the wall. We saw two or three guys successfully get into Cueta this way. 

Moving on, we headed to our hotel, called Dreams Hotel, which was really quite lovely. After a break to freshen up, we went to dinner. Food was bread, soup, and chicken with lemons and olives (which is apparently a pretty standard dish, since we ended up having it twice). Dessert was flan. 

Dinner was also really long- like two hours. Mostly because there were a lot of people, but service was generally slow. It didn't make for too much fun for me, since my head was still hurting pretty badly. However, my friend Michael is pretty much a hero, and gave me two Advil after dinner. 

After drugging myself, I pretty much faceplanted my bed, and remained there for a few hours. 

The next morning, we ate breakfast and then headed to a wonderful town called Chefchaouen. Everything in the town is blue and white, seen here, courtesy of Google images: 

It's kind of ridiculously pretty, and the people were absolutely amazingly friendly. We spent a few hours there, I ended up splashing around in their small waterfall, where they wash clothes and goof off in, fun was had by all, etc. 

After Chefchouan, we headed back to our first city, Tétouan. After lunch (more chicken and olives) we went on tour of the city, going through the markets and getting a small demonstration at a apothecary/herbalist shop. There, I scored some saffron for Mom, and got a massage. Win. 

After our tour, it was time to head to our last destination, Tangiers. Sadly, we didn't actually get to see much of Tangiers. Our last night in Morocco, we saw a show involving traditional Moroccon warriors on horseback, and then ate dinner. During dinner, we saw a bunch of really cool acts-- a magician, a two contortionist children, and a belly dancer. 

With dinner concluded, we partied it up at the club next door to the hotel. It was a lot of fun, lots of dancing and good times. 

The next morning, (which came a little too early for pretty much everyone involved) we got back on the bus, sat on the bus for thirty minutes whilst seating confusion occurred and whiny people were whiny, and then headed off for specific locations. 

First, we went to the spot where the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meet, which was pretty cool. After than, we headed to a spot where we would get to ride camels. While one group got their camel ride, the other group could go down to the beach, and get their feet wet in the Atlantic.

At this particular point, I must add a disclaimer, and that disclaimer is, SOMETIMES I AM NOT SO BRIGHT.

You will see the reason for this in a moment. Ahem. So, I was in the second group, so while the first group waited, I was stood at the top of the hill to watch the ocean, etc. I SHOULD NOTE THAT ORIGINALLY, I WAS NOT PLANNING ON GOING DOWN TO THE SHORE. Alas, my first instincts were not the ones I eventually went with, and I ended up heading down to the shore. 

Things I took with me to the shore: my purse, and my shoes. The leather Hollister flipflops that I stole from Colin. Things that I should have left at the bottom of the stairs to the beach: See above. 

As I stood at the shore, I honestly thought that I was out of the zone of *actually getting wet*. It turns out that I was *honestly wrong* about that part. One moment I laughing, because, hey, whatever, I don't really care, and then I realise that ONE OF MY SHOES HAS JUST COME OFF. That's right, off, as in, heading back into the Atlantic Ocean. 

After a moment of being stunned, I threw both purse and other shoe further up the shore, and waded into the ocean to get my other shoe back.

This adventure concludes in me being wet from the upper thighs down, with soaked shoes, and (since, apparently, not being a good thrower comes with mild idiocy) a damp purse. Everything in my purse was fine, except for my Spanish phone, which won't turn on. Granted, it was acting weird prior to the beach incident, but I digress. 

ANYWAY, I managed to get my camel ride, and then get back on the bus, now approximately 40% more wet than coming off of it. After a short trip, we concluded our Moroccan trip with a visit to the Hercules Cave. Which looks like this:

  It is incredibly difficult to get a photo of, since it's totally back lit, but it was really, really lovely. Also at the Hercules Cave, I paid a euro to use a "bathroom" (read as: ungodly smelling hole in the ground) and change my clothes. 

And that, friends...pretty much sums up Morocco. It was unbelievably beautiful and wonderful, and I wish I could have stayed longer than three days. 

However, last Tuesday was the first day of real classes, and some things just can't be avoided. I think I'm going to make a separate post for this past week though, so look out for that tomorrow or sometime. 

I'll update it, I promise. 



Sunday, February 20, 2011


So, bad me, I haven't updated this in a while. Oops. >.>

Tuesday I went out with Paul, Michael, Kayla and some other people to a bar near Calle Betis, which is sort of nightlife hotspot. It's called Fundación, and is a--wait for it--a Mexican bar that tons of Americans go to, to play beer pong tournaments. It's pretty baller, ngl. Ladies get free sangria, which is super baller.

Anyway, it was a good night, I had a really good time. Wednesday morning was a bit of the suck getting up, but nonetheless, I feel I have a new Tuesday night thing. Hooray!

Erm...the week was uneventful. We had a debate on...Thursday? Maybe? about the new smoking law that bumped my participation grade up a little. Loudmouth for the win!

Also on Thursday we took a trip to Alcazar, which is the royal palace of Sevilla. It's sort of a hodgepodge of art and influences, but it's really gorgeous. It's free for students to go, and their gardens are lovely and perfect for studying on nice days. I'm looking forward to going back. I didn't take too many photos (only had phone, not camera, since I need batteries), but I'll post the ones  I have later on FB.

Anyway, on Friday, I got a care package from Mom (most excellent! <3 ) and ended up following a group of friends to a travel agency group, where they were planning a toured weekend package to Morocco...which I ended up signing up for. XD Totally impulsive, but it's the only trip (besides the one I'm thinking about taking to Scotland) I'm taking in Spain, so I'm really excited!!

The weekend was...really boring, not going to lie. I have a ton of homework to do. Blegh.


Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Por and Para would be my "Khan" if they fit nicely into a dramatic shout. Alas, too many syllables.

Not all that much to report, which I suppose can be both a good and bad thing. XD 

I got my first grade back in my grammar class, on a 200 word composition. Got a 89%, which isn't awesome, but is okay. Messed up on por and para, see above for this entry.Took a quiz today that I feel pretty confident about. The only part I think I may have messed up on is giving directions, which...well, I fail at in my native language, so I don't see how that was going to improve. 

Anyway, *finally* going out with people tonight. Like, to an actual bar. Cue dancing penguin:

IRL Happy Feet is so cute. 
Had a minor moment of clothing roadblock, but both Mom and Amy helped make a pretty obvious decision. Yay for mothers and friends. <3

Right, okay, have to do my homework before dinner so that it...gets done at all. >.>


Friday, February 11, 2011

Ruinas de Italíca, and international keyboards

Some background information before I jump into this:

I'm currently in the intensive period part of my program, which means that for two or three weeks (I can't remember which, and frankly, I don't care enough to go look) I only have two classes to worry about. One is every day, at an early nine am, and the other is only on Mondays at six pm. My daily class is my grammar class, and it's divided into two parts- the first, 9-11, and the rest, 11:30-12:45. We have a small, half-hour break to go and get a coffee, check our mail, scrounge for food, etc. 

My Monday class is, well, it's sort of irrelevant to this post, but it's Cultural Realities of Spain, if enquiring minds want to know. 

Anyway, the class that is most important is my every day class, mostly's every day...yeah. With the information in hand, let's move on to more interesting things. Interesting things like...

Ruins. Everybody likes ruins! Except for people who are particularly boorish or uncultured, and to them I say, "You're entitled to your opinion, I guess, but for the record it blows, sir/madam."

Anyway, yesterday, we only had the first part of class, before we were divided into groups and sent to different locations. My group went to the Ruinas de Italíca, which are the ruins a smaller Roman town. It's like, 25 minutes away from the main city by bus, and really gorgeous. We went on a pretty spectacular day for it. 

Oh, oops, ok, I saw totally going to do this in one sitting, but I actually have to go get ready to go- tapas and movie tonight, maybe even a flamenco bar. We'll see. Update later. 

¡Hasta luego! 


Okay, so tapas were a bust, but movie was a good as I remembered. After the movie, everyone who watched it went to Valor, which is an amazing chocolate place. We got churros with hot chocolate to dip them in.

Just as delicious as you think it is. 

Anyway, RUINS. There was  huge theater/stadium, where there were plays and gladiator events, and a small city. The floors of the houses were still pretty intact, and the mosaics were gorgeous. I have photos up on Facebook, and eventually I'll get them over here. My group had Philip and Stephanie in it, and they're really nice, so I hung out with them for the most part. 

So, yeah. I feel my confidence level boosting a little from the free fall it took when I first got here, which is nice. I'm a little more confident speaking in class, though I've developed a habit of wringing the end of my braid when I get called on. *shrug* 

I don't know if I'm going to go out tonight- I might, if Dharma texts me the location of a flamenco bar she may be going to. My phone's been a tad retarded lately when it comes to texts, so I really have no idea if I'll even get a text if she sends one. Ah well. I have the whole weekend. 

Buenas noches, readers,

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Foggy mornings in Sevilla make for cold days in Sevilla.

First, to my great disgust, it appears Meryl Streep, whom I love, is playing Margaret Thatcher in a film. For those of you who are American/have no clue what this means, Margaret Thatcher is basically the female version of Dick Cheney to Britain. Pretty much the whole of Britain, and especially Scotland, feel like this when it comes to her:
Shit is about to get real, yo. 

I mean, it's Meryl Streep, so I'm sure she'll do a phenomenal job, but I'm worried that the film is going to gloss over the fact that Thatcher may actually be a heartless robot programed to frighten children and eat kittens, or I don't know, something horrifyingly evil.

Immense Streep dismay aside, it is a cold day in Sevilla. It's foggy, chilly, and generally blegh. Walking over the bridge today, the whole of the main city was invisible due to the fog. Of course, this is the day that I decide not to wear my peacoat, due to how it's been hot in the afternoons. It's a good thing that I layer and all that.

Speaking of layering, I am probably the least fashionable person in the program. I don't mind it though- I'm comfortable, and getting myself dolled up for one class takes entirely too much effort.

Sevilla continues to be absolutely charming, though, and I really have no complaints. Well, okay, that's a lie, I have two and they are both blisters on my heels. However, I am myself to blame for those and not Sevilla, so they don't really count.

As for my language, I feel that everyday my comprehension gets a little better. I'm feeling a little braver when it comes to going into shops, etc. Small victories for the win!

Although, my habit of being a home body is starting to worry Carmen, I think. She keeps asking me if I'm going out at night, and I keep saying, No, Señora. Part of it is how tired I am all the time, and now I've got homework on top of that. Ah well. Maybe on the weekend I'll go out to appease her, and see what it's like at the bars, etc.

In conclusion, small victories, cafe con leche is goddamn delicious, and Panic! At The Disco has a new music video out.

I may or may not be kind of overly enthusiastic about posting .gifs, ngl. 

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Sunday in Sevilla

Today is gorgeous, sunny and 63 degrees. Dharma (who went out last night) and I (who did not, but I fear maybe suffering from the vestiges of jetlag) slept in till noon, then went out for coffee at the Cerveceria 100  Montaditos, which is a great place. They serve a hundred different types of little sandwiches that range from 1-2.5 euros, and you can get coffee or beer. It's pretty neat.

Dharma and I met up with another girl from her school, Molly, and Jean, who's Molly's roommate, and a member of my CC-CS group. It was nice to sit and talk for a while.

Yesterday was interesting, though. Got up later than I probably should have, confidant that, since I had managed to make my way to CC-CS without a map, I would be okay to find a new place with one...alas, I was wrong. Managed to take a wrong street, and missed the bus tour that we were supposed to go on. It was cool, though, because a bunch of us missed it, so we all hung out and walked around the center of this city for a while.

I ended up walking a bit further than I expected to, which meant a long walk back to the house. Oh well.

Anyway, after the walk, I ate lunch and ended up passing out for four hours. >. > Not an exceedingly eventful day.

So, in lieu of interesting update, have a picture of the orange tree outside my bedroom window.

So pretty. However, not encouraged to actually eat due to sourness. Ah well. 

Friday, February 4, 2011

Now that that's over for the time being...

The down low on what's happened so far. I was going to just write it out, but I figure it'll be better to separate it by day.


 Dad and I drove up to JFK for my flight to Madrid. We were early for check in, which didn't open until 2:30, so we hung out in line, I got coffee for us, all was well. After checking in, we said our farewells, and I got going through security. There, I met several other girls from the program (whose names are going to have to wait until I learn them all...There was Lizzie, Karen, Kate, Abby...and that's all for now).

The flight from JFK to Madrid was long, sleepless, and hot, for some bizarre reason. I couldn't sleep because of how frickin' warm it was on the plane. It wasn't too bad, though, not nearly as bad as the hellish nine hour flight back from Hawaii. I reread Game of Thrones, which was good. I'm not sure where Anne is, but if she hasn't started the next one yet, we're at the same place. I can't remember if A Storm of Swords or A Clash of Kings is next. Pretty sure it's SoS, but I digress.

Madrid's airport is huge. BWI is tiny compared to it. Once off our JFK flight, we wove our way around the terminal, up and down floors, and through security again to get to our connection. I don't know if I could have done it by myself, which makes me so grateful for the other CC-CS people that I'd buddied up with.


After landing in Sevilla, we got moving and promptly...waited until the bus came, roughly three hours later. Which felt long at the time but now doesn't seem so bad. After the bus came, we put out luggage on a truck, hopped on the bus, and made for the hotel in the city.

The hotel was really nice, but has an unusual way of lighting- the lights don't work unless you keep your keycard in a slot about the light switches, which...took some time, and maybe some assistance to figure out. My roommate for the hotel was actually a very nice girl I met at JFK whose flight was at a later time. She didn't arrive until late, I had the room to myself for a while.

After a short break, we made our way to the cafeteria for lunch (beefy mac and french fries?) and then were again left to our own devices until we had an intro meeting and then dinner.

After dinner, I took wonderfully long shower, shaved my gorilla legs, and then headed to bed.


Up at a glaring (and by glaring I mean pitch black seven am) for breakfast and then for a walking tour around Sevilla, to the Center. It's a gorgeous city, guys, absolutely stunning. Our tour guide/ Professor-at-the-Center Luis, was awesome.

Then, we took a placement test. And, oh man, do I never want to see the results of that test. I kind of want to send the people grading an apology note and maybe a fruit basket. D:

After the test, we made our way back the hotel, grabbed our bags, and headed off to our home stays. I ended up sharing a cab with a guy named Paul, who is my favourite right now, because he is awesome and sweet and totally saved me in the cab. I was dropped off first, and pushed some buttons until I found Carmen's apartment.


Carmen is awesome. I don't think she thought I was going to be this crap at Spanish, but she's taken it in stride. She also is really confused why I study religion but also want to be a lawyer. She gave me some pretty weird looks, but she's very nice. Her mother lives with her as well, and she's nice as well, although very, very deaf.

My roommates are Dharma and Ryan. Dharma I haven't really interacted with so much, since she's sick and is in bed, but I ate lunch with Ryan, and he seems really nice. He helped me with translating when things got a little spotty.

So, to sum it up before I have to run.

Oh, hey, Spanish is harder than I thought, also why have I not memorized all of my verb conjugations, WAAAAAAI, also, woman VOCAAAAAAAAB.

In conclusion


So, about that.


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

'Twas the night before Spain...

And I'm exhausted. Which I'm sort of grateful for, because usually I can't sleep at all when I know I'm going to be traveling. Everything's done though. Bags are packed, things are charged. I just hope I haven't forgotten anything important.

You would think, night before leaving and all, that there'd be more of a mix of emotions-- and for the most part, there are. The panic and fear of a new place and language are still there, but right now they're dulled by delightful sleepiness. I expect tomorrow they'll be back with a vengeance, especially when lugging around my heavy suitcases.

And so, dear readers, with exhaustion in mind, I bid you goodnight.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Packing break

 So, the main point of this blog is for me to have a journal for my trip to Spain. It's silly, because I totally have a Livejournal I could use this for, but my username is silly and old, and now unfortunately related to Twilight. Also, I've had my LJ since I was thirteen, and good lord, there are things on there that the general populace just does not need to know about.

So, some background on Spain, which, thus far has not been...easy sailing, shall we say. First, when applying to study abroad, I messed up what I had to get done by the due date, and promptly had to scramble/plead/cry to get an exception for me. Luckily, my profe, my parents, and the study abroad office are awesome, and I managed to get accepted to both Hollins and Center for Cross-Cultural Study's program.

Secondly comes my visa woes. Every single piece of information online warns students to get your visa in advance, at least seven weeks, FOR GOD'S SAKE, FOOLISH STUDENT, BEWARE OF PUTTING OFF YOUR VISA >>>>(

So, obviously, with all those warnings, I promptly put it off until, oh, let's see, four weeks before my flight was supposed to leave. Yeah. I'm one of those kids. And although they told me it'd be ready by the 25th, during J-Term I spent a lot of time having this exchange:

Person I'm talking to: So, when are you going to Spain?
Me: Um, hopefully, February 2nd.
Person: Hopefully?
Me: Yeaaaaah, let's talk about how I'm a horrible procrastinator who procrastinates....

(Things got a even more stressful when I got my first speeding ticket ever, and the court date was scheduled the day before I leave, i.e. tomorrow. Unhelpful courthouse clerk is unhelpful about moving the date, so we're holding out for the judge to push my court date until the summer, but whatever, back to visa woes)

Also, dear readers, there is a very important thing to know about the Spanish Embassy in D.C. In person, they are friendly, competent, and brisk--oh holy crap are they brisk--people. I'd like to be able to tell you how they are on the phone, however, the people that run the Spanish embassy apparently do not believe in the telephone. The embassy's phone line is what I imagine purgatory is like: ENDLESS AND FRUSTRATING. :(

After not hearing from the embassy on the 25th, my mother and I finally got the time to go down there today. At this point, I'm really not expecting for it to be there, and am wondering how I'm going to just pop back to Hollins, all nvm guys, just kidding! :D :D :| :(

So imagine our surprise when the (again, very brisk!) clerk at the embassy is, like, "Your visa? ID? Here it is, have a nice day."

:D :D :D :D My luck, sometimes, I don't think I deserve it.

Though, you know, the problem with taking away the panic of my visa, allows for the panic of GOOD GOD WOMAN, YOUR CRAP SPANISH. DDDDDD: to fill it's place.

Like this, only, you know, less disco and more hysteria. 

Anyway, I'm in the process of packing all the stuff I've been avoiding in fear I'd just have to unpack it again. SO MUCH STUFF. SO LITTLE ROOM. SO LITTLE TIME.

In conclusion, my poor track record with putting things off would lead you to believe I would learn my lesson, but lo, unto you dear readers I say: YOU'D BE WRONG, as I am doing it  *right now*.


Coming Soon...