Arriving yesterday evening, I felt better than I had expected. Following an emotional couple of days saying goodbye to friends, Paul, and finally a tearful farewell with my parents at the airport, I assumed I would be an emotional wreck. However, the plane journey passed quickly thanks to my friendly neighbour, and we chatted the whole way.
Although I am not one for stereotypes, whilst waiting for the bags I got my first indication of the laid back "mañana" attitude for which the Spanish are so famous. For the first 40 minutes, the carousel was home to only a couple of battered cases, a tent pole and a tennis racquet, obviously left from a previous flight, until finally the bags from the Edinburgh flight arrived.
My flat and live-in landlords are great. Carlos helped me up the stairs with my suitcases, and their eldest daughter, who is eight, immediately grabbed me by the hand and took me to her bedroom (which she shares with her younger sister) to introduce me to their 'Monster High' dolls.
My room is lovely (pictures to come) and I have been provided with nice bedding and towels. One thing I have learnt is that my Spanish is not as good as I thought and excitable children are particularly hard to understand! I blame the lull after exams, my brain feels turned off!
After venturing to the supermarket in the evening, I can confirm that not everyone is as friendly as my new housemates...or maybe the grumpy cashier was just having a bad day?
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