The week has been pretty good. Last weekend we all went to the bar the Cancan, and I got to wear a really tight female shirt. Later people convinced me to go over and talk to three girls who were dancing alone, and it was really embarrassing because the first thing they asked me was "how old are you" and I was like um....18? Plus it turned out they wern´t even Spanish, they were romanian, and 24. One seemed to like me though. We danced for a while and I thought of what George would think if he knew I was dancing with three Romainian chicks. Sunday I went to a festival in El Escorial, which was fun, and tomorrow I have a blind date with a girl named Karmen. So we´ll see what happens. Theres an update.
So I´ve been in Spain for almost a week now. The first couple days were horrible, I was miserable. Leaving every thing tears every shred of security you thought you had. Not only am I going to a new school, but a new country without even my family. Normally when you move somewhere you´re families still there with you so at least you feel secure around them, but here I had to come home to a "mom" I barely new who I couldn´t understand. I had to be constantly on gaurd and self-conscious. But I made friends and now I´m better. I was just so lonely at first. I´ve also always hung out with younger people, now the girls I´m hanging out with are from 19 to 23. I´vew realized how little age matters. Theres even one guy with us who´s 28. Well, I went to my first pub the other night, an irish one of course, and bought an absolutely horrible tasting beer. Drinking is such a social thing here and I´ve also realized how immature so many Americans are who always want to get drunk. Here you buy a mix drink and hang out and have "gasp" intelligent conversations. Afterwards I went to a discotec and sort of danced and had beer spilled on me. Now I´m starting classes. All in Spanish. It should be fun. adios a todos.
