YIKES

Let me preface this by saying I literally used the entirety of my Spanish vocabulary in the first five minutes of being in Spain. Also, I haven´t actually slept AT ALL in close to three days. The going is rough. This is the hardest thing I have ever done and I´ve got a month left. AHH! What was I thinking? Seriously wish me luck. Survival is the ultimate goal... scratch that... a huge siesta and THEN surviving. I´m seriously going to die. P.S. Spain is a mix between Harlem, Mexico, Inwood, and Europe. I´m reliving that first month in Manhattan step for step! More to come- buying bullfight tickets tomorrow, that will help.