Calm down, I´m still alive. 24 hours of flying later, that is. Basically every single one of my flights was late, and I think that pretty much anyone who´s seen me in England at this point thinks I´m just some hobo that likes to sleep in their airports for hours on end. Anyways. I got here at about 1 in the morning finally on the 13th, and the poor lady from my program was still waiting for me. We took a taxi to the hostel and I passed out pretty immediately. So my first official day in Madrid started yesterday. I woke up and met the other groggy girls I was sharing a room with: two college graduates from California, an Italian Opera singer, and a pair of sisters from Mexico. The Mexican girls left already,
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