Esperando

Spanish people have the most ridiculous fashion of giving directions. Maybe it’s just my problem that I take them for granted every time they tell me, sigue sigue sigue, or baja baja baja, and of course una izquierda. Which, of course, leads me to yet another Spaniard who says something along the same lines. Needless to say, I find myself asking where things are constantly, and really having to think outside of this directional box.

It’s a damn shame that the banks close at 2 p.m. because I tend to find it hard to get out before then without my ritual coffee intake and shower. The people changing money near plaza del sol give the worst rates in the world, which only makes the spending of my money flow quicker.

My orientation is set up for this Wednesday, and I can say that I am thoroughly excited about finding out what it is I will be doing, and more importantly to be put up for free in this hotel, and have food as well. I have constantly continued to meet other people in the Cultural Ambassadors program, and they are from all over the states. I managed to meet 2 last night, making a grand total of at least 15 that I have met. I caught a bit of American football last night, and the night before I went to an electronic music festival that was absolutely nuts.

Thousands of people crowded into the Telefónica Arena to listen to some choice performers as Hot Chip, Crystal Fighters, and many more. Sponsored by Jeigermeister and Diesel, there were scantily clad girls walking around giving free shots, and monopoly money intercambio for drinks. Since the Metro doesn’t open until 6, we stayed up til 7. Spanish time is non-existent. And I think my legs are going to be made of steel after a couple more weeks of this walking. Soon enough I will be indulging in the delicious Riojan wines, and settling into an apartment. So excited.