Hola Chicos,
Today is the second day of classes, first day for the TTh schedule. Waking up this morning was a real bear. once I finally decided to wake up, I didn´t have enough time to shower, so I feel grungy. Sorry if that´s TMI. Anyways, I stayed up way later than intended because I watched Spain´s version of Dancing With the Stars. Not gonna lie, it was pretty crappy. I mean, beyond the fact that I´ve never heard of any of the ¨stars¨, none of them could actually dance. However, they did use styles of dance common to Spain, like Flamenco and Pasa Doble. Also, the program was on Channel 1, which I think is owned by the government. Somehow they can´t make any money off their station, so for maybe an hour of program I got stuck with a full 30 minutes of commercials. With all the free time during comercials, I taught Concha how to dance the ¨Texas Two-Step¨. I played some good ol´ George Strait on my laptop and she gave me a straw hat to wear. She caught on quickly, so for a while we were scootin´ around the living room! I´ll have to get a picture of us sometime!
This morning I had my Theatre class, which I am 95% positive I will drop in the next three days. The class is comprised entirely of reading 6 plays, attending 3 plays, writing 6 long papers and 3 short papers. Not so sure I want to do all that for an elective (since I´m not majoring in Spanish!). Oh well. I´ll give myself time to think about it, so we´ll see (yeah right!). After class, a group of us went out to coffee at Starbucks. I promised myself that I wouldn´t go to any ¨American¨ chains like Burger King, McDonald´s, etc. Oh well. It´s actually pretty popular here to go to Starbucks and since a group was going... yeah. After that, we walked to eat lunch at a sandwich place that my friends had been wanting to try. I ordered the Alemán, or German, which was supposed to come with sausage, cheese, and a tomato sauce. I apparently can´t translate much, because it was a hotdog sandwich! Though a simple hotdog, it was probably the best one I´ve ever had! Who ever serves hotdogs with fresh cheese on a footlong french baguette?! I wanted to take a picture, but I didn´t have my camera on me. For about 3,50 €, it was the cheapest meal so far, though I´ll definitely need to grab some fruit on the way home today to snack on before dinner. Since lunch is the biggest meal of the day, a hotdog sandwich might not suffice.
Oh, and it´s maybe raining, snowing, or sleeting outside. I prepared by wearing tennis shoes, my north face, and a bright blue jacket. I definitely look like an America, but while the Spanish are ruining their leather shoes and trendy coats, I´m dry and semi-warm. Beat that, Europe. :-D
I have culture class and business Spanish later today, so I don´t get out of class until 6. I smell like a cigarette from the café, so it would be nice to go home and change at some point. I´ll probably rest tonight, per the usual. Some people have been going out most nights, but it takes me a while to get over a night out and back in the swing of things. We´re going on a field trip to Segovia this Friday, and a few of us are thinking about staying overnight on Friday and coming home late on Saturday. We´ll see.
Hasta luego.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
First Day of School
This morning I woke up, dark and early, to one of my favorite cantantes, Julieta Venegas. She's from Argentina and I recognized it because I did a project in one of my classes based on her song, Me Voy. I say "dark and early" because though Spain is more geographically aligned with Wales, it's on the same time zone as Germany. As such, the clock should really read an hour earlier. Plus, all the tall buildings tend to block a lot of the early morning (and afternoon) sun. But back to my story. Anyways, after my usual tradition of using the sleep button twice, I got ready for my first day of school. I heard backpacks are kind of odd here, so I just used a plastic pocket folder left by a previous student in my room. Concha fixed tortilla, an omelet with cheese not to be confused with the American tortilla, and I had some coffee and golden grahams as well. After a leisurely breakfast, I was off.
I live close to school, which means I can walk and enjoy the sights as opposed to having to use the Metro. I could use the autobus, but I can only conquer so many things in one day (or week). Anyways, the city is just starting to wake up at 9am, with people rushing to work and the opening of many storefronts. Getting to school is pretty much a 20 minute straight line, though the massive traffic circle I ran into got me so confused I ended up walking a ways back the direction I started! Also, the street signs on the walls of buildings named after Spanish historic names mean nothing to me (though I do appreciate Spanish culture!), so after awhile, all the Fernandez's and Diego's and Geraldo's run together. Regardless, I made it to my first class on time, History of Modern Art in Spain.
I thought I would just try out the art class, but it ends up, I was already enrolled in it. Turns out, they enrolled me in 15 hours because I couldn't make up my mind which class to take (5000-level Spanish Lit. of Theatre or the art history). As everyone was checking their schedules, they all thought I was ridiculous and I had to explain to nearly everyone that I really only plan on taking 12 hours. Modern, or Contemperan~o, art was a great class that goes to the museum nearly every week. I can still go on the museum trips even with the lit class, but since I'm not majoring in Spanish, I figure, why bother taking the lit class. After Art was Marketing, which definitely is not taught by the American ex-pat that I was told it would be. Hmm...
After class, 3 of my friends (Melisa, Emily, Chelsi) and I decided to go out for lunch. I had to stop by the bank to change dollars to euros, so we casually looked for a place to eat. I really wanted a lunch of traditional menu del dia, so we picked Revi 40 for our first lunch. For 11 euros, I had an amazing meal at a great little restaurant that can only seat maybe 30 people. It was a really nice restaurant with tablecloths and our very kind and patient waiter was wearing a bowtie and all. The menu del dia consisted of 3 courses and came with wine, bread, and a simple tapas to taste. My first course was a wonderful soup for a cold day, consisting of potato, carrots, and bits of pork rib in a nice, thick broth. The waiter brought it out in a big pot and ladled it to us individually. Then came some dish, which I can't remember the name, but it was like thin pork steaks (tenderloin?) with an amazing, you-can't-believe-it-unless-you-tried-it pumpkin sauce (pure de calabaza). For dessert, two of us had fresh kiwi and the others had very good ice cream. Though I can't pay 11 euros for every meal, this one was fantastic!
After that, nothing is open in the afternoons, so I went to Melisa and Chelsi's apartment because it's really close and their madre told them it would be fine to have friends over to study (though we actually watched a movie). Part of the culture here is that it is not typical to entertain at home. Homes are considered private and only for family. Since I love having people over for dinner and movies and such, I think that that may be the only thing I don't like about Madrid. When the movie was over (Kung Fu Panda in English), we went out to run errands. One thing I absolutely love about Madrid is that the city streets are lined with tons of unique, family-owned stores and restaurants. There are very few chains, other than banks. As such, we went to a paper-store for our school goods, a market for vegetables, fruit, meat and cheese, a video store strictly to rent them another movie, etc. There are perfume stores, furniture stores, electronic stores, car stores (literally in buildings right off the street!), even a honey store! Every store has it's own character and unlike Philly or NYC, there aren't many abandoned or closed down stores. However, they are never all open at the same time! The Spanish time table is extremely hard to get used to! Banks are only open to the public 10-2, stores from 9-2 and 5-8, restaurants (other than cafeterias, that are cafes, not cafeterias) are open 2pm-5pm and 8:30pm-11pm, and bars 2pm-2am. So you have to plan your day in kind of an odd way.
However, I really, really like Madrid. It's like NYC, without the grime, glitz, chain stores, and people begging on the street, etc. You can walk all over the place, though I think I'll pick up a metro pass soon. One thing I'm tired of in Dallas is that everything is the same, the same chain restaurants, the same clothing stores, the same-looking houses, the same cars. It's boring. But here, there are many, many different stores and markets with all sorts of different wares. It's a bit expensive, since I don't exactly have a working income, but it's all good.
I also got my phone, which is kind of confusing and seems to have a bad battery. We'll see what happens there. I don't think any of y'all can call me unless you want to pay a pretty penny.
Tonight I think I may just have a quiet night in so that I can read a little and maybe to bed sooner than not. We'll see. Concha just returned to cook dinner. We're having some sort of creamed vegetable with dinner, either a zucchini or a cucumber- I couldn't tell. She also handed me a block of dark chocolate with honey to snack on. Much tastier and more savory than Hershey's (though I miss milk chocolate!).
Hasta luego,
JHunt
I live close to school, which means I can walk and enjoy the sights as opposed to having to use the Metro. I could use the autobus, but I can only conquer so many things in one day (or week). Anyways, the city is just starting to wake up at 9am, with people rushing to work and the opening of many storefronts. Getting to school is pretty much a 20 minute straight line, though the massive traffic circle I ran into got me so confused I ended up walking a ways back the direction I started! Also, the street signs on the walls of buildings named after Spanish historic names mean nothing to me (though I do appreciate Spanish culture!), so after awhile, all the Fernandez's and Diego's and Geraldo's run together. Regardless, I made it to my first class on time, History of Modern Art in Spain.
I thought I would just try out the art class, but it ends up, I was already enrolled in it. Turns out, they enrolled me in 15 hours because I couldn't make up my mind which class to take (5000-level Spanish Lit. of Theatre or the art history). As everyone was checking their schedules, they all thought I was ridiculous and I had to explain to nearly everyone that I really only plan on taking 12 hours. Modern, or Contemperan~o, art was a great class that goes to the museum nearly every week. I can still go on the museum trips even with the lit class, but since I'm not majoring in Spanish, I figure, why bother taking the lit class. After Art was Marketing, which definitely is not taught by the American ex-pat that I was told it would be. Hmm...
After class, 3 of my friends (Melisa, Emily, Chelsi) and I decided to go out for lunch. I had to stop by the bank to change dollars to euros, so we casually looked for a place to eat. I really wanted a lunch of traditional menu del dia, so we picked Revi 40 for our first lunch. For 11 euros, I had an amazing meal at a great little restaurant that can only seat maybe 30 people. It was a really nice restaurant with tablecloths and our very kind and patient waiter was wearing a bowtie and all. The menu del dia consisted of 3 courses and came with wine, bread, and a simple tapas to taste. My first course was a wonderful soup for a cold day, consisting of potato, carrots, and bits of pork rib in a nice, thick broth. The waiter brought it out in a big pot and ladled it to us individually. Then came some dish, which I can't remember the name, but it was like thin pork steaks (tenderloin?) with an amazing, you-can't-believe-it-unless-you-tried-it pumpkin sauce (pure de calabaza). For dessert, two of us had fresh kiwi and the others had very good ice cream. Though I can't pay 11 euros for every meal, this one was fantastic!
After that, nothing is open in the afternoons, so I went to Melisa and Chelsi's apartment because it's really close and their madre told them it would be fine to have friends over to study (though we actually watched a movie). Part of the culture here is that it is not typical to entertain at home. Homes are considered private and only for family. Since I love having people over for dinner and movies and such, I think that that may be the only thing I don't like about Madrid. When the movie was over (Kung Fu Panda in English), we went out to run errands. One thing I absolutely love about Madrid is that the city streets are lined with tons of unique, family-owned stores and restaurants. There are very few chains, other than banks. As such, we went to a paper-store for our school goods, a market for vegetables, fruit, meat and cheese, a video store strictly to rent them another movie, etc. There are perfume stores, furniture stores, electronic stores, car stores (literally in buildings right off the street!), even a honey store! Every store has it's own character and unlike Philly or NYC, there aren't many abandoned or closed down stores. However, they are never all open at the same time! The Spanish time table is extremely hard to get used to! Banks are only open to the public 10-2, stores from 9-2 and 5-8, restaurants (other than cafeterias, that are cafes, not cafeterias) are open 2pm-5pm and 8:30pm-11pm, and bars 2pm-2am. So you have to plan your day in kind of an odd way.
However, I really, really like Madrid. It's like NYC, without the grime, glitz, chain stores, and people begging on the street, etc. You can walk all over the place, though I think I'll pick up a metro pass soon. One thing I'm tired of in Dallas is that everything is the same, the same chain restaurants, the same clothing stores, the same-looking houses, the same cars. It's boring. But here, there are many, many different stores and markets with all sorts of different wares. It's a bit expensive, since I don't exactly have a working income, but it's all good.
I also got my phone, which is kind of confusing and seems to have a bad battery. We'll see what happens there. I don't think any of y'all can call me unless you want to pay a pretty penny.
Tonight I think I may just have a quiet night in so that I can read a little and maybe to bed sooner than not. We'll see. Concha just returned to cook dinner. We're having some sort of creamed vegetable with dinner, either a zucchini or a cucumber- I couldn't tell. She also handed me a block of dark chocolate with honey to snack on. Much tastier and more savory than Hershey's (though I miss milk chocolate!).
Hasta luego,
JHunt
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Toledo
Buenas!
Hello everyone, sorry it's taken me a while to write a new note, but I just got back yesterday from our retreat in Toledo, which is less than an hour away from the city of Madrid, but feels like a whole different epoch in time. We stayed at a kind of satellite campus of the Fundacion which was a lot of fun. All of the guys (all 5 of us) stayed in one dorm suite. I think we'll always be rooming all together no matter where we end up. The view from my "dorm" room was incredible, the picture is right below:
So yeah, gorgeous. All the buildings were plastered walls of stone and brick with tile roofs. The streets were extremely narrow and the street signs are tiles placed in the walls of the buildings on the corners. As a result, it can be kind of hard to find your way around sometimes! Oh, and the cars drive through these streets like it's nothing, so everyone who's walking either hops on the 2ft wide sidewalk on main streets, or stands in doorways in the small streets! One funny 
thing happened when I was walking: a car got to a really narrow point and pulled it's side mirrors in, then proceeded to scrape the entire side of both cars along the walls of buildings as he continued down the street! As can be expected, most of the cars here are covered in dings and scratches, even the beemers.The first day, we met as a big group and had a small orientation meeting. During siesta my friends and I went to a free museum exhibition about life during the early 1800's in Madrid. fascinating, though we didn't understand much! Then we went on an excursion (walking of course) to the Cathedral. It was absolutely stunning. Toledo has one of the biggest cathedrals in Spain. It took 300 years to fund and build! Incredible. Being absolutely massive there was no heat, but no one minded shivering as we admired the gothic architecture, El Greco paintings, and a proc
essional object in the church treasury that had 6,000 individual pieces of gold and silver, 12,000 nails to hold it together, and weighed over 850 pounds. Yeah, really. After the cathedral, I wandered around a while before dinner (which wasn't served until 8:30). After that, I was so pooped I just slept.
On Friday, we had more orientation meetings and such. I'm getting to know everyone in our group and I think we'll all have a good time. However, there are 35 girls and 5 guys, so it's hard to remember every girl's name. I yelled at my friend Emily to get her attention when we were walking, but her name was actually Megan. Oops. In the afternoon we visited a synagogue and a church with El Greco's masterpiece, The Burial of Count Orgaz. It's so cool to actually see and smell and feel the places where artists painted and worked, not just looking at it in a picture book. After the field trip, we had lots of time, so several friends and I went walking and shopping. We found the pasteleria from my guidebook that has the best marzipan in Toledo. If you've never had marzipan, it's a very rich candy made from 
sugar, almond paste, and in the case of the house specialty, candied egg yolk centers. I tried one, and ended up buying a whole box. Sooooooo good. Many of us also bought an item of damasque jewely, a Toledo specialty. Later in the evening, we went out to a club or discoteca to see a live band... which never showed up. Oh well. Many people, myself not included, decided to enjoy a glass (or bottle) of Toledo's finest... aka whatever was the cheapest wine at the bar!
Yesterday, there was doubt we'd return to Madrid because there was a 'massive' snow storm here. It ended up being nothing much, but it's like Dallas, where no one knows how to drive in the snow. But we made it home, tired and worn out! I want to go back to Toledo and see the sights that I missed, including the Alcazar and the house of El Greco....
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Spain!
Whew, so I'm officially in Spain! It's 5:30am local time and I just woke up (unintentionally, of course). I went to bed very early at 9pm because of the jet lag and I think I'm still getting used to everything in that regard. As such, I have a couple of hours before breakfast and heading off to Toledo with my class.
Here's the official rundown of the past, what, thirty hours (only thirty!?). First, I went to DFW with my Dad and got through the ticket counter and security fairly easy. One lady at the ticket counter questioned me about my group travel, but no issues. Once on the inside, I couldn't find a currency exchange, so I just plopped down and started reading Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls. It takes place in Spain during the Spanish Civil War. So far, it's interesting. We got on the plane, and I got the very back of the bus, window seat, next to several fellow students. Out of the 40 people going to Spain from my school, 36 are girls And out of all that, I was the only guy on the group flight! Anyways, our flight was good, all 10 hours of it. Eck. We talked for an hour and a half, ate a pretty uneventful dinner, fell asleep during Nights of Rodanthe, woke up during Flawless and pretty much never slept after that. I passed some of the time teaching my new friend Lindsey how to play gin with cards. Also, we had fun joking with Mercedes that she is now la madre for taking care of the toddlers sitting next to her! Breakfast on the plane was quite forgetable, some sort of stewed collard green, an omelet-like contraption, hash browns, good fruit, roll, and OJ.
So we arrive in Frankfurt, everyone is extremely tired and we all suddenly come to the realization that NONE of us speak ANY german! Oops! Luckily everyone waited for everyone else as we got our passports checked, went through security again, etc. You know those groups of clueless tourists that you either get exasperated with or make fun of in the airports? Yeah, we were that group! I think my time in Frankfurt was more of a severe shock than arriving in Madrid. See, at least in Spain we are learning the language and don't feel like complete idiots. I have never felt so inadequate as when we ran around the Frankfurt airport.
Now, the flight from Frankfurt. Let's just say the flight attendant seemed to like me. Slight awk-ward. I'll chalk it up to the fact that all 25 of the rest of the people from school were zombies and I was still chatty and positive. The steward was really nice to me, so that works. He gave me two lunches (which were better than breakfast!) and a schokolade bar of his own. Also, it was really weird trying to communicate with him because he of course spoke german, but he was also fluent in English and Spanish. So I speak English, but also find myself thinking in Spanish because a lot of the other passengers were Spanish. I realized how behind us Americans are, because in the rest of the world it's entirely normal to speak two languages. However, our society is kind of ridiculous sometimes in insisting on English all the time. I think we may be doing our children a detriment by not teaching them another language early on. But I digress.
We arrive in Madrid and I feel much better than in Frankfurt, because I can get by pretty well here. Luckily, everyone got their baggage, but the really strange part is that we never had to go through customs. Nothing. I guess they stamped my passport when I entered the EU in Frankfurt and that was good enough? Whatever.
We ended up on tour buses (which I got yelled at by the bus driver for putting my feet on the seat?). Driving through Madrid was a lot of fun. It reminds me of New York, but with better architecture. Also, there are ads for things like Australia and other American/Western things, so at the same time it feels like East/South Dallas a bit too with billboards in Spanish for American goods. Once we got to the Fundacion , my familia, Concha and her son Carlos picked me up and we were off in a taxi to their apartamento. In the taxi ride was the first culture shock for me. Something clicked and I thought to myself, "oh God, I'm in a taxi with everyone and the radio jabbering in Spanish. I'm off to live with a family I have never met for the next four months." And that was it, no worries since.
Here's the official rundown of the past, what, thirty hours (only thirty!?). First, I went to DFW with my Dad and got through the ticket counter and security fairly easy. One lady at the ticket counter questioned me about my group travel, but no issues. Once on the inside, I couldn't find a currency exchange, so I just plopped down and started reading Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls. It takes place in Spain during the Spanish Civil War. So far, it's interesting. We got on the plane, and I got the very back of the bus, window seat, next to several fellow students. Out of the 40 people going to Spain from my school, 36 are girls And out of all that, I was the only guy on the group flight! Anyways, our flight was good, all 10 hours of it. Eck. We talked for an hour and a half, ate a pretty uneventful dinner, fell asleep during Nights of Rodanthe, woke up during Flawless and pretty much never slept after that. I passed some of the time teaching my new friend Lindsey how to play gin with cards. Also, we had fun joking with Mercedes that she is now la madre for taking care of the toddlers sitting next to her! Breakfast on the plane was quite forgetable, some sort of stewed collard green, an omelet-like contraption, hash browns, good fruit, roll, and OJ.
So we arrive in Frankfurt, everyone is extremely tired and we all suddenly come to the realization that NONE of us speak ANY german! Oops! Luckily everyone waited for everyone else as we got our passports checked, went through security again, etc. You know those groups of clueless tourists that you either get exasperated with or make fun of in the airports? Yeah, we were that group! I think my time in Frankfurt was more of a severe shock than arriving in Madrid. See, at least in Spain we are learning the language and don't feel like complete idiots. I have never felt so inadequate as when we ran around the Frankfurt airport.
Now, the flight from Frankfurt. Let's just say the flight attendant seemed to like me. Slight awk-ward. I'll chalk it up to the fact that all 25 of the rest of the people from school were zombies and I was still chatty and positive. The steward was really nice to me, so that works. He gave me two lunches (which were better than breakfast!) and a schokolade bar of his own. Also, it was really weird trying to communicate with him because he of course spoke german, but he was also fluent in English and Spanish. So I speak English, but also find myself thinking in Spanish because a lot of the other passengers were Spanish. I realized how behind us Americans are, because in the rest of the world it's entirely normal to speak two languages. However, our society is kind of ridiculous sometimes in insisting on English all the time. I think we may be doing our children a detriment by not teaching them another language early on. But I digress.
We arrive in Madrid and I feel much better than in Frankfurt, because I can get by pretty well here. Luckily, everyone got their baggage, but the really strange part is that we never had to go through customs. Nothing. I guess they stamped my passport when I entered the EU in Frankfurt and that was good enough? Whatever.
We ended up on tour buses (which I got yelled at by the bus driver for putting my feet on the seat?). Driving through Madrid was a lot of fun. It reminds me of New York, but with better architecture. Also, there are ads for things like Australia and other American/Western things, so at the same time it feels like East/South Dallas a bit too with billboards in Spanish for American goods. Once we got to the Fundacion , my familia, Concha and her son Carlos picked me up and we were off in a taxi to their apartamento. In the taxi ride was the first culture shock for me. Something clicked and I thought to myself, "oh God, I'm in a taxi with everyone and the radio jabbering in Spanish. I'm off to live with a family I have never met for the next four months." And that was it, no worries since.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Mild Freak Out?
SO, here we are, piddling away the last 7 hours of my time in PA before the flight to Dallas at 8AM, then D-town to Frankfurt at like 4PM on Tuesday, then to Madrid by 3PM on Wednesday.
Slight freakoutage occurring. What's going through my mind is "Wow. This is actually going to happen. No really. It is. In 2 days I will be in Europe."
For a few of you out there in cyberworld, traveling abroad may be as routine as eating cereal for breakfast. I've never been out of the country before. Never. Only the 50 yards at the Jersey Shore before the lifeguards yell at you to come back in. I mean, never.
As such, I'm nearly done packing, that's a record, never been done earlier than 1AM the night before a trip. That's a relief. I'm even under 75 pounds total. I packed, then unpacked and removed like 1/3 of the weight, then repacked. I think it will save me a lot of unneeded clutter in the future.
Okay I'm rambling, so I'll go to bed now (as if I'll be able to sleep for the next week!). Maybe I'll hit y'all up on Wednesday, if I'm not too jetlagged, whatever that makes you feel like...
Peace out my people.
JHunt
Slight freakoutage occurring. What's going through my mind is "Wow. This is actually going to happen. No really. It is. In 2 days I will be in Europe."
For a few of you out there in cyberworld, traveling abroad may be as routine as eating cereal for breakfast. I've never been out of the country before. Never. Only the 50 yards at the Jersey Shore before the lifeguards yell at you to come back in. I mean, never.
As such, I'm nearly done packing, that's a record, never been done earlier than 1AM the night before a trip. That's a relief. I'm even under 75 pounds total. I packed, then unpacked and removed like 1/3 of the weight, then repacked. I think it will save me a lot of unneeded clutter in the future.
Okay I'm rambling, so I'll go to bed now (as if I'll be able to sleep for the next week!). Maybe I'll hit y'all up on Wednesday, if I'm not too jetlagged, whatever that makes you feel like...
Peace out my people.
JHunt
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
So,
After a terrible Accounting final I decide to take a wonderful break and plan my excursions for Europe. I ate dinner with the Jones family and Mr. Jones refused to believe the greatness that is RyanAir. He couldn't possibly believe an airline that gives flights for less than 1 euro. Well, Mr. Jones, I just found a deal right now for a flight from Madrid to Barcelona, on the weekend mind you, for FREE. That's right, FREE. 0.00 Euros, but you have to pay the 9.95 Euro taxes/fees. It's a hard life.
Anyways, for those of you procrastinating adventures in other countries, saying it's too pricey, you're wrong. Go travel. *Ding* You are now safe to travel outside the country!
www.ryanair.com
Check it, peeps.
After a terrible Accounting final I decide to take a wonderful break and plan my excursions for Europe. I ate dinner with the Jones family and Mr. Jones refused to believe the greatness that is RyanAir. He couldn't possibly believe an airline that gives flights for less than 1 euro. Well, Mr. Jones, I just found a deal right now for a flight from Madrid to Barcelona, on the weekend mind you, for FREE. That's right, FREE. 0.00 Euros, but you have to pay the 9.95 Euro taxes/fees. It's a hard life.
Anyways, for those of you procrastinating adventures in other countries, saying it's too pricey, you're wrong. Go travel. *Ding* You are now safe to travel outside the country!
www.ryanair.com
Check it, peeps.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Una familia?
I just received an e-mail filling me in on where I'll be living for 4 months. I'll be living alone, per my request, with a widow, her 24 year-old son, and their cat (Mom- I wonder if they want Chelsea and Stewart? :-) ). They've housed UCSD students before (isn't that like the #1 party school, with SMU as #2???) and are apparently pretty good. I googled their address, and it's only like ten blocks from school which is absolutely awesome. I even saw their apartment building fromt the google map street view. If I was tech-y I would totally put a picture up. Apologies.
So, it's less than a month to go. I'm very busy worrying about finals... and trying to avoid studying, though I've studied more for these finals than all the other ones combined (minus the time spent on writing final papers...).
Good luck on finals everyone!
So, it's less than a month to go. I'm very busy worrying about finals... and trying to avoid studying, though I've studied more for these finals than all the other ones combined (minus the time spent on writing final papers...).
Good luck on finals everyone!
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