My New Home, The Immediate Aftermath!

I just moved into my new host families apartment, and I was dropped off at the internet cafe, until lunch, as far as I could tell. So, yeah, I am here, and I´m not exactly sure how to pay, but I will figure that out as soon as I am able. Hrm....


Anyways, the immediate wrap up? My host mom goes by Lola, which is similar to what my dad calls my mom, and my host dad has a moustache! Awesome! He´s not very talkative, she is, I´m a little, okay, a lot nervous. First off, she talks really fast, but I don´t want to slow her down, because, I´m scared to. I should though. I will, if I get really confused. There is also some sort of son, but he is on vacation and does not stay there that often because I think he works out of town. I think that´s what my host mom said. Uff. I don´t even really know.

Oh man, now I am growing more nervous, and also, I am sleepy. hehe. I don´t know why.
Okay, more on the new living arrangements, I live far from school-downtown Granada, but where I live is nice and residential, the apartment is really nice, actually, and bigger than I imagined. My room in my apartment in Urbana was definitely smaller. There are internet cafes and a huge supermarket and everything I need to survive.

Now, though, I think the reality is hitting me. I am living here for four months, this is how I am going to speak, and sleep, and walk, and eat, and everything. Also, now that all the other students are gone, I am really alone in Spain, really truly alone. Part of me is extremly excited, and part, is unbelievably scared. Like this stupid internet cafe, how the crap do I pay?!? Seriously, I am too scared to ask the guy, when I came in he just pointed me to a computer(I did tell him I just needed a computer...so, I mean, I spoke to him already), and there is some sort of ticker but ... how do I pay!? Its all those little things which suddenly become big things. I secretly don´t want anyone to know I am not from around here, but then again, it is blatantly obvious (although I am trying to look Euro, here everyone looks like they´re from Florida, I´ll get to fashion after my personal crisis part!) In the end, I have to accept that I will be scraping by and this is what will help me learn and grow and all that good stuff.

Okay, now the fashion report. Maybe because it is about 90 degrees or more everyday, people here a dressed significantly differently from those of people I saw in France, or I see on British television. People here dress more like hippies, with loose fitting clothes, and lots of tank, its a bohemian-beach vibe, and lots of shorts. Men here are more Italian then French, way more. The guys around my age are often dressed pretty funny, with like really tight shirts, and very styled hair(more guido than indie...way more). Lots of a very short men, which is still pretty impressive when you see it in such mass. I am so tall here! Okay, not tall, but taller! You do see some guys who are dressed nicely, but not too many. Also, now that I think about it, I have not seen a single vest! oh no!! What is a girl to do!? My whole style, if I could even call it one, is still more like, British, or something(if I had to go with a european country, not that I think I am that well dressed, but I am trying to impersonate a Brit, I guess), because I am definitely not fooling anyone with my look today (lavender v-neck, scarf, cuffed jeans).

Oh well. I guess thats about all. I should get going and rejoin my new parents! haha. And then maybe I´ll return to you oh wonderful computer, because, I don´t really know what else I have to do.

Adios!