Day 1 I arrived at the airport in Madrid and there was the family waiting for me. 2 parents with 2 little boys. I was so excited to see them! The first day I rested and then later went to Marian's parent's house for dinner. I was very tired, but tried very hard to stay awake. It felt like 6am to me! The food was very good, and had a very different taste. Potates, seafood, meat, etc. Day 2 This was a good day. I went shopping with Marian and the boys, and later...

I can't believe it! I am in Spain! Yesterday I arrived on the 1st of January. I was so anxious on the plane. The clouds were in the way of seeing the ground, and I couldn't wait any longer to land! When I landed, I told myself to be very calm, and all went well. I went through customs, found my luggage, and there was my cute little Spanish family waiting for me. They all hugged me and kissed me, and it was a nice greeting/arrival. It's only day 2 and I'm alread...

I can't believe that there are 25 days, 18 hours, 8 minutes, and 34 seconds left until I board a plane that will eventually take me to Spain. Does that exact countdown show how excited I am? Before it was all excitement, but now I'm starting to feel nervous as well. But I believe that facing a fear is the best way to overcome it; and every given opportunity where new experiences are involved, should be taken. Deseame suerte en mi espanol! Hasta luego!