Last night, we did a little more shopping, ate at a buffet, and went back to our hostel early to get some sleep. However, that 5 hour nap from earlier in the day ensured that neither of us could fall asleep until 4 am. I got up at 7:30, and got packed up and ready to leave for Santander. We had to take the metro again to where the bus station is, and then we had the 6 hour bus trip to Santander. The Spanish landscape consists of lots of mountains, wind turbines, and really old, amazing little churches in each little town. When we got here, Ashley and I separated, because her madre picked her up, and I needed to take a taxi to my house.
So the taxi driver (verrrrry nice this time, and from Boliva-interesting) dropped me off in front of the address I was given by school. So I go to ring up to the apartment, and what do you know? There is no eighth floor at Avenida de Camilo Alonso Vega 18. Sweeeeet. So, my best thought is to wander the city with luggage to find a locutorio, a place that has internet that you can pay for. Let me point out that everything else is closed at this time because it is 4:30 in the afternoon, which falls into the time category of "siesta." I finally find a locutorio, check the address, see that it indeed says an incorrect address, and silently freak out. Then I pull myself together, find a phone to use, and call my host mom. She answers, talking a mile a minute, and she's asking where I am. I have no flipping clue where I am, because I just walked until I found the internet. She clarifies that her address is Avenida de Camilo Alonso Vega 19, not 18. Nice job, school. So I roll on over to her house, and meet her and her husband Manolo. I'm guessing them to be in their 60s or 70s. She warmed me up some spaghetti with bread and some type of custard dessert with cinnamon. This dessert was the best Spanish food yet! Anyway, I'm ever so slightly nervous (probably unnecessarily) and intimidated by my new family, so I'm currently accepting prayers on the situation. In fact, they would be greatly appreciated! :)
Anyway, I have to meet up with the group at el Ayuntamiento (the town plaza) at 8 tonight, so I'll be leaving shortly for that! And classes start tomorrow, which I am oddly excited for. I think I'm now up to date with everything that has gone on these past few days :) Yessss!
Abrazos y besos,
ME
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You made it!! The trip to your house sounds like a nightmare.. I would have been freaking out if I were you. Have fun at your first class! And like I told Nate, don't come home with a lisp!
ReplyDeleteTrisha :)