¡Que Guay!: I'm Bad at This.

Friday, February 10, 2012

I'm Bad at This.

While I've been saying that I'm going to catch up for the last three weeks, apparently this has proven to be a task too daunting for me. In the meantime, I'm much better at putting up pictures, which tell my story as good, if not better, than I can (especially considering that I haven't really told my story much). Therefore I offer you my photos, which should keep you interested for a bit. Each link is to a different album, and they're in chronological order.

Album 1

Album 2

Album 3

Album 4

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It's the Little Moments:

The world is really not that big: I sat next to a girl on the train who had been the Spanish resident for Whitman and knew some of my friends!
Hot water means a lot more to you when you hear the furnace light every time you turn on the faucet
Friday at noon here feels like Sunday at 10AM at home
I saw a guy on the metro yesterday that had a Sony Walkman, cassette tapes and all.
Have I mentioned that I love zapateros?
I wear ear plugs to bed because the timer on my heater is so loud
Toilet paper squares are bigger here
Official meeting spot for a run: in front of the Royal Palace.
Towel attained. Don't worry Spain, I wouldn't do that to you.
Rebajas = month-long Black Friday everywhere. Whoa
All little kids in Spain look like they jumped out of a black and white movie.
The metro might be the greatest thing ever. Or Skype... hmm
Gossip Girl is even more dramatic when dubbed over in Spanish
The four most common phrases here: vale (okay), claro (of course), que guay (cool!), and no pasa nada (so many meanings...)
I can buy coffee at no less than 20 places within my block, but how hard is it to buy a towel?
I live at Vallehermoso 7, not 9. And no matter how hard I try, my key will not work at Vallehermoso 9.
We have to weigh our own fruit here at the grocery store
There are four languages on my tube of toothpaste and none of them is English.