Hola People

So I finally got here in Spain town, and to be purely honest, it´s bloody fantastic.

I got a permanent family pretty much as I was leaving Australia, and they´re absolutely great (I got half my ideal situation, if ya know what I mean). I start school on Monday, and so far I´ve made a whole bunch of embarrasing mistakes, none worth mentioning though, if not only because it won´t transfer well into text.

So, I´ll post again when I have something hillarious to say, but just thought I´d keep this thing up to date.

Still... Counting Down

So... I'm not in Spain yet. I was in fact delayed a week (though not everyone knows about that, though they probably would've figured it out by now), and have been delayed again, by 3 days (no-one knows about that one so far). So, if, stuff goes well and according to plan, I should be leaving in 5 days, on the Thursday.

However, it seems it aint all bad, as I've got a fellow Student Exchange student who was also held back (rumours tell me it's one of those 'women' creatures).

As for details on where I'm living it up in Spain, I have been enlightened somewhat. It seems I have a temporary family in Madrid! Oh yeah, the father and I hit it off immediately. You see, I was uh, forcefully convinced to call them last night on the pretence 'that they've GOT TO speak English, I mean, they're a modern family and my friend who is Spanish etc etc etc.'. Needless to say I was dubious, and when he answered the phone our conversation went something along the lines of:

'Hola?' (Hello?)
'Hola!'
'Spanish, spanish, spanish, spanish'
'Nombre est Hasan, Yasan' (My name is Hasan)
'Spanish, spanish, spanish, spanish?'
'Uh, me no intiendo castellano' (I don't understand Spanish)
'Me not intiendo inglese' (I don't understand English)
'Uh, this is bad'
'Si, spanish, spanish, spanish, spanish'

And then, thankfully, he hung up or the line got cut or something. So there was my first ever conversation with the man of the family. How awesome is that? I'm looking forward to meeting the guy now, I'm expecting mutterred whisperings along the lines of 'Is that the bloody retarded kid?' followed by an exaggerated hug, an arm numbing handshake and a fake grin.

Still, I guess I have 5 months to convince them I'm not that 'retarded kid' and instead become 'the boy that never lived here, it was your imagination'. Anyway, thought I'd keep y'all up to date on whats going down. It seems I don't need Spain to provide those 'embarrasing-for-me' times I mentioned earlier.

I can do it all on my own.