Another late post, sorry to report. So late, in fact, that I had to combine the 7th and 8th weeks.
The Eighth Week
The biggest event of this week was definitely the trip to Portugal!! I have to admit I wasn’t completely sure of what Portugal had to offer and didn’t have high hopes when I first got there. Glad to say that I was wrong. Lisbon, Portugal’s capital city, is filled with tons of pastel colored and tiled buildings, bright yellow trolleys, and big open plazas. I also had the great opportunity to hear the country’s history which a lot of context and meaning behind all the places I saw during a tour of Lisbon. It’s really nice to see a new place and learn a bit about it at the same time. My friends and I also went to this town about 45 mins outside of Lisbon called Sintra. A must see if you go Portugal. Sam and I spent most of our time there in an old estate called Quinta da Regaleira, a great place to explore if you have some time (costs 4 euros). After a lot of sightseeing, a couple of museums, a ridiculous amount of walking and trolley riding, we brought our trip to end with a Starbucks run and an uncomfortable train ride to Madrid.
The Ninth Week
Pure, unadulterated anguish. These are the only ones that can describe last week’s events. Trying to find a place to live is stressful. Trying to find a place to live with another person is even more stressful. Trying to find a place to live with another while you both are in a different country is so stressful that it has been making me pull my hair out, literally. Don’t worry, I don’t have any bald spots yet. As if that is not enough, I am on the frantic hunt for a job and internship for next semester. The stress of both these two things has made it difficult to be in the moment during my semester abroad. I’m glad that I am here but the timing of my trip is a little disadvantageous. My next year in college will be my last and that is the time when all little college students are supposed to buck up and become real adults. For that reason, I have decided that it would be in my best interests to go home earlier that I had originally planned. Whoa! That sounded really formal, like I am writing some sort of rejection letter or something. But yes, I’m a bit sad to say that leaving early (only by like 2 1/2 weeks). I would love to stay because I know that Spain has a lot more to offer and to teach me but I can’t stay here if I don’t plan on being a total wreck next year. Well, those are the present state of things. Let you know if anything changes.