Thursday 21 February 2008

accident prone

I must be the most accident prone person in all of Europe.

Last summer I smashed up my car overtaking a tractor and nearly killed myself in the process.

A few weeks ago, I took a tumble down the stairs and spent an afternoon in Casualty having my ankle x-rayed.

Two days ago, I fell up a set of concrete stairs in front of my lecture hall and a group of very hot Spanish boys, and my knee is now purple.

Today I have a horrible cold from being stuck outside in the torrential storms (yes, torrential storms in southern Spain!) made worse from the fact that last summer i punctured one of my lungs.

Booooo!

Sunday 17 February 2008

Spain!!

Oooooh, not updated this for a while, maybe it's time for a bit of writing!

So, Monday evening, my father dropped me off at Bristol Airport. It was then I realised that I had got my flight time wrong, and it was 40 minutes earlier than I thought... So I get to queue jump at check in, queue jump into the departures and no hanging about waiting to board. The BEST way to travel!!

I arrived in Malaga at 8.30pm, jumped in a taxi and told the driver the name of my hostel which I had booked for one night. He had no idea where it was, and ended up driving around a residential area in the Malagan suburbs for almost an hour. Eventually he found it, after I gave him directions in broken Spanish to a place I had never been!!

I only stayed here one night, and got up really early in order to catch a bus to Granada. It took two hours, and I saw some of AndalucĂ­a. It is a dry and arid place, but mountainous and still beautiful. I arrived in Granada, and ended up getting off the bus at the wrong stop, and lugging my massively heavy suitcase up a HUGE hill for further than necessary. Found the hostel fairly easily though, compared to Malaga!




Tuesday afternoon was spent wandering around trying to get my bearings and discover a bit of my new home city. Wednesday morning I rose early and headed up to the University. Compared to Corsica, registration was easy. I was given a form to fill out and take to a different office. This office made my student card, which I picked up on Friday, then I went back to the first office with a list of classes I wanted to take. In Corsica the people doing the registration had no idea where they were supposed to be, let alone the foreign students they were supposed to be enrolling!!


The rest of the week I have been frantically searching for somewhere to live. There has been very little choice in rooms or flats.

Flat One: clean and central, but my room was tiny and had no window, and was also the throughroom to the bathroom!

Flat Two: disgusting, no oven/microwave

Flat Three: two Spanish boys and a German Shepherd.

Flat Four: living with Granny Goggins.

Flat Five: in the ghetto.

Flat Six: was a language mix up and turned out to be in a different city!

Flat Seven: the eventual winner. I move in tomorrow, with three other English speaking girls. It's clean, new and fairly central. It's very expensive, but worth it. There is no internet at the moment, but hopefully it won't be long before we are connected!

Classes start tomorrow as well. Because I don't have to do exams, I have chosen:
History of Cinema
History of AndalucĂ­a
History of the Comic (not really sure about this one)
Spanish in the Americas
Spanish Music Studies

Hasta Luego!