...was completely insane. Being a shoe lover, my bag weighed eighty pounds. The first one. The second weighed a solid fifty. In America, we the consumerists are totally fine with having people pay for things, like extra shoes in a bag for four months. In Spain, that's not alright and they have weight limits. Long story short, simply becuase I don't really want to remember this terrifying experience, I had to buy another suitcase and the whole traveling expidenture cost me about five hundred dollars.
Two airline check-in ladies sympathized and watched my luggage while I LOVED my shoes.
...Foreign people are ABSOLUTELY beautiful. I was quite intrigued sprinting through the airport on the hunt for a suitcase.
The plane ride was long. Met my row of people and talked for hours, read cosmo, and pretended to sleep. Turbulance was like a rollercoaster. Drank red wine with dinner, and while I didn't think I enjoyed red wine it became surprisingly more delicious the more I drank. "Surprisingly?" Each passenger recieved their own bottle. Fantastic.
Spain is beautiful. My taxi driver drove about one hundred miles per hour and faster to get to my host family. Senora Paz, who I am living with, is so cute. Only speaks Spanish. I am sharing a room with another gal who has never taken a Spanish class. Our room overlooks a beautiful garden and plaza. I have the bed by the window...yes.
I live with four other gals, three are best friends. They all have boyfriends except for one. Forrest will be happy...hahaha.
This will change my life.
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