Madrid Airport Annotations:
1. The lack of escalators in the airport is interesting, especially when watching overweight Americans carrying their overstuffed suitcases.
2. While exchanging currency, I didn't understand that the ticket guy was asking for my passport. I instead proceeded to answer a question that he didn't even ask me. Money Exchange Ticket Guy gave me Confused Look #1 for the trip. (I anticipate MANY more to come!)
3. After getting my suitcase I was expecting to see my host father with a sign. However, no such sign was found. Five or ten minutes later he arrived, much to my confused relief.
As for the rest, the house is very nice. I have a cute little room, which I vow to keep as clean as it currently is seen here below:
And I also have a nice view into the outside world:
Fun Fact: I have never lived in a room where the windows completely opened! It makes me was to be 15 years old again, sneaking out of house to avoid Mom and Dad. (Just kidding, Mom!) On the flip side, the SDSU dorms were more of a voluntary prison that didn't exactly spark teenage rebellion. Positive change here!
Although I have only met the father and one of the girls (and don't understand half the things they say), I can already tell this is going to be a great family and great fun!
As I am barely staying awake with jet lag, I will leave with one simple goal: Learn to speak Spanish. :)