españa

Holy freakin crap. I am sitting in the school in the middle of Valencia, Spain. I feel like I have been here foreeeeeeeeeever, but it has only been about 4 days. Well, there have been some good and some bad things. My trip to New York with my dad was incredible. We stayed at this beautiful hotel and just got to hang out. We went to see a musical (Hairspray) which we both really liked. I was kinda worried though, becuase when we got on the plane to fly to NYC, my father spilled an entire glass of ice water into our seats. I didn't know if God was trying to tell me something. But, apparently not. I'm not gonna lie, when my dad dropped me off that the airport, I was fighting back some SERIOUS tears. But, I had to get over that soon cause I was meeting people and didn't want to be "that kid." There are some really cool people on the trip. I got to know that because we spent 5 hours in the airport, 8 hours on the plane, and 4 hours on the bus from Madrid to Valencia. (Dear God, if You are reading my blog today, thank You for Tylenol PM. Amen.) When we got to Valencia, all of our madres were waiting at the futbol stadium to pick us up. There were cute little madres waving and smiling, so happy to see their new children. My madre, however, was standing angrily off to the side. I walked over to her and the first thing she said to me was, "I thought you were going to be a girl." At that moment, I should have just walked away and spared both of us the trouble, but I just smiled and said, "Lo siento." We went home and she helped me get stuff in my room and then was like, "I have to go get my hair done." I was like, "Um, ok. Peace out, madre." At that point, I went and wandered around a Spanish city attempting to find Evan's house for roughly 45 minutes. Clearly, I was freaking out. I finally broke down and went into a travel agency thinking that they would speak a BIT of English. Obviously not. So, I finally waited outside what I thought was Evan's building and started asking people for help. One lady finally showed me what button to push, and I called up to his room and he let me come in. I almost laid on the floor and cried out of sheer joy to see someone I knew. We hung out with some people that night and went out to a bar called the Heineken Bar. I have realized since being here that I do not like bars. I just don't. But, I don't really have an option. Ok, I have class in 10 minutes, so I will end this post. But, after class, I will post what has happened since that first night. Awesome. I miss America. And Cookout. That is all.