First week!
I made it! Spain. At this point, I am starting to grow a little more used to feeling like a fool when I arrive in a new country. I am doing just as many dumb things, but that embarrassing feeling is more familiar now, which has in a way been comforting as I adapt to Spanish life. I just heard in a great movie called L’auberge Espagnole (about a French guy who moves to Barcelona — I find it incredibly relatable to my exerpiences right now) — that our most horrific experiences are the oddly the ones we most enjoy telling. I think that is so true. I was a little horrified when I held up the line on the bus because I didn’t know why my transportation card wasn’t working and still couldn’t count out 3 euros in coins. But I’m already laughing about it now. What else can you do? Every country has so many unspoken rules. For example, in Spain, you’re not allowed to sit outside in some areas during lunch unless you actually order lunch. If you go to the famous chocolatería and order churro