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¡¡¡Hola hola hola!!! ¿¿¿Que tal???

Yes ladies and gentlemen back home, I am officially fluent. No, I’m actually really not (is this explanation sentence really necessary?) But, I have picked up a few phrases, more than just my go-to “No se.” or “No hablo.” or “No comprendo.” 

This first week in Spain has been----a shock. The people (Madrileños) stare (potential HuffPo article to come about it soon? ;) ), they’re nicer, kinder, compassionate, and more caring than I’ve seen from a homogenous population (I probably should provide more context to this but once again, tbd ;) ), and they’re just EFFORTLESSLY PRETTY AND REALLY TOO COOL FOR ME. 

But yes, it’s been a culture shock. I thought my pseudo-European West African family ate late (9pm), but these guys go out and start dinner at 11pm!!!!!!! Not everyone, but there are some, don’t you worry, I’ve seen ‘em. And with this shift in dinner time (yes, I’d staunch on the topic of dinner because food is important to me #foodstudiesminor) my body is just like, “Hey Camille: collapse.”

Ooooooooooooh yeah. I’ve thrown up already. Oh? Were you thinking I was referring to a nice lil’ siesta? HA. No, this is me we’re talking about. Camille Stories guys, Camille stories. Yea uh, it’s hot here. So hot, my normal ‘I-Hate-Water’ philosophy didn’t get me very far on day 3 of Madrid-life. During one of our walking tours with the sun blaring and my pants being pants and not shorts (a decision I blame and regret)...I just kinda....on the streets of Old Madrid..in front of my new classmates and professors.

BUT IT’S OKAY BECAUSE I’M FINE AND I BOUGHT A WATER BOTTLE TODAY.

So in conclusion.....hahahhhahahahahaha how am I allowed to live here for 4 months I feel like the government definitely hates me.

Anywho, it’s September 2nd 1st in Madrid, so the city has officially woken up, and so have I.

Bye y’all, till the next one.