continuation.

Ok. So, the first night was mildly awkward. But, we all showed up at the school (SPU) at 10:30 on Tuesday for our orientation. It was incredibly cold and hard to hear, but we sat through a few hours of being told what to do and what not to do in Valencia and in the school. If we are inside the walls of the school, we cannot speak English, or we will be in trouble. It's pretty interesting. That afternoon, me and some other people from the program walked all over town trying to find our way around. It worked pretty well until we started following other people from the program. They failed to tell us that they were, in fact, planning on being icredibly touristy, speaking loudly in English, and taking 20 million pictures that just screamed, "I am American. Hate me!" I really just don't enjoy running around in large groups of people and just showing off the fact that we are incredibly out of place. But, we eventually got back to school for more orientation after being led at least 2 miles out of our way. And it was hot outside. But, because I have a heart of gold, I never complained once. Ok I just laughed out loud in the library here when I wrote that. Clearly, I complained. Frequently. But, so did the other people with me, so I didn't feel as bad. In fact, I didn't feel bad at all. Weird. That night, I didn't go out because having people stare condescendingly in my direction while smoking a nasty cig because we have just taken a picture of us standing in a bar 7 different times with 7 different cameras as though we do not possess access to the internet to send the pictures to everyone else is not my favorite thing in the world. The next day, we have a proficiency exam at 9:30 Am. It sucked. But whatever. Thennn... we went to the beach. It was beautiful. We drank sangrias. We were stared at by creepy men in speedos. Aaaaaand... beaches are topless. So we saw women walking around who could play hacky sack with themselves. No more explanation is needed. Use your imagination. If you don't know, ask your mom. Umm... more later. Evan is staring over my shoulder because he forgot his computer and needs to use mine to check his email every 5 minutes. And, I happen to be incredibly nice and charitable, so I am letting him. Gold stars for me.