Wednesday, March 26, 2008

So... Spain

I forget what I said last time so I might end up repeating myself. Maybe not, it doesn´t really matter.

So... School is awesome, been going for about two weeks, and despite there being a max of 400 or so people in the whole school, it´s pretty decent. They have that whole "subject strain" thing here, so I chose Bio/Chem/Maths (as opposed to options of Maths/Chem/Physics, or some random ones which involved dodge subjects such as Geography, Art History [Not even the good part of Art], and Languages. ). I also had to choose some add on subject, so I decided to go with Pschology, which is hands down, the best damn subject ever.

Being a small town school, the administration is a little, uh, unprofessional. To give you an example, they gave me a bus pass, but seeing as I aint a real student, they gave me a fake address and fake birth date. So I´m actually 18 according to my bus pass (which is awesome, cos it doubles as fake photo ID).

My town of Eurovillas (pronounced Euroviyas cos of screwed up Spanish) is something similiar to the North Shore... In that there aren´t any tall buildings, and all the shops are more like small botiques than mega stores. The difference lies in that the city isn´t a 20 minute train ride away, and it isn´t all that green. So, I´ll be dead honest, it kinda sucks. However, there is the awesome fact that there is one bar/club that everyone in the town goes too, meaning you´re pretty much guaranteed to meet everyone who´s your age in this place.

It´s also fucking cold, I rarely leave the house with any less than three layers of clothing, and it even snowed two days ago. That´s weird cos it´s Spring... I keep on forgetting all the weird things about this place...

I do remember it being hillarious that I see the word "negro" everywhere, not to mention stuff named after Jesus, like a hair salon in the middle of Madrid. Everyone smokes. Everyone. You´d be lucky to find a non-smoking bar, and chances are, if you do, it´s because it´s actually a restaurant. No-one orders Pizza as a snack. It´s a full blown meal, as a consequence, it´s a whole lot nicer. There´s no such thing as a Vegetarian meal. I don´t think I´ve had one since I got here. As a result, I´ve had to break the halal thing (I´m muslim, just incase you randomly came across this thing and don´t actually know me).

Oh yeah, I left out the whole language thing. No-one speaks English, bar this guy I met who grew up in Germany (a legend by the way, even if he looks like a leb). Hell, the English teacher speaks pretty terrible English. Fashions that seem to be incredibly popular = Mullets or Indie hair, Nike´s or Converse, Sideward caps, chains, black clothing, and a whoooole load of piercings. It´s a weird split, but I´ve yet to meet a douche bag, cos everyone is a legend and goddamn nice.

Oh, and embarassing moments = Not understanding I had to pay for a bus trip + not understanding I have to tell the bus guy where the hell I want to go. Asking every single bus guy whether this is "Ruta 4". Every single sentence I say gets laughed at for being gramatically incorrect (but, to be fair, I openly laugh at their English in return). And lastly, pretending I understand something and saying "Yes" only for them to point out to me what they said was an offhand comment, and wasn´t a yes or no question.

Well that was massive, I better go before I get ousted for using the net.