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crazykawaii and I were discussing the strangeness of our lives here. It’s so strange to me how easy it is to live life suddenly an outsider to EVERYTHING. There is almost literally nothing that doesn’t baffle us. For instance, our flatmates. We technically live with two other people. One of them is French, very nice, very impressed with my French, and here with Erasmus. The other one we thought was Spanish, but have been informed that he’s very likely Colombian. We know nothing about him at all. He seems very nice, but our only regular interaction with him is in the kitchen, where he says, “Hola! Que tal?” and we respond “Bien, y tu?” and that’s the extent of our interaction. We have no clue how old he is or what he does with his time. There is a girl (his girlfriend, we think) who is here literally all the time, but we’re not sure if she actually lives here. Aside from that, we still have no idea how to operate the door buzzing system (which led ck to accidentally turning off the power in the apartment, and thus, the internet, which has still not recovered), don’t know where to buy a light bulb (necessary since our overhead light burnt out), had laundry adventures today, and still have no idea where the post office is. There are myriad other things that baffle us. Welcome to living abroad!
In other news, I found language classes today. It’s literally around the corner from where we live (it’s amazing to live in the middle of everything!), and will be in the evening, twice a week. I had to take a placement exam, which I hate doing. And, he graded it in front of me, which always makes me nervous. Even if I totally know that it didn’t matter, he was just figuring out which level I should be in. It still felt very pressure-ful. And, as I already knew, my comprehension is much, much better than my writing. So, I think he was surprised by how poorly I did on the exam. Oh well. Tomorrow, I go to the dance studio! Things are getting organized!
(written at 8:25)
In other news, I found language classes today. It’s literally around the corner from where we live (it’s amazing to live in the middle of everything!), and will be in the evening, twice a week. I had to take a placement exam, which I hate doing. And, he graded it in front of me, which always makes me nervous. Even if I totally know that it didn’t matter, he was just figuring out which level I should be in. It still felt very pressure-ful. And, as I already knew, my comprehension is much, much better than my writing. So, I think he was surprised by how poorly I did on the exam. Oh well. Tomorrow, I go to the dance studio! Things are getting organized!
(written at 8:25)