Voy a morir

Okay super fast post..........I am the definitition of dead but today was one of the best days of my life so I must collect myself and spew my emotions and recollections.
My teachers are slowly getting easier to understand but it's my friends that I care most about. I hope I never take the two twenty-minute recreo's per day for granted....ever.
I am starting to see how short my time is here, and this makes me very sad. Each day I meet someone new and improve my Spanish and learn something about who I really am, and I don't think that anyone can be sure of that.

Awkward moment of the day:
I was crossing the calle with my host father today and there was a very large group of muchachos sitting on the bench in front of us. They were all staring at me (as most people do on the street and in school since I am speaking with a very strange and unrecognizable accent) and so I awkwardly waved because I know most of them and they all flipped out and waved and José could not figure out how I knew them. It was very cute, he is so sweet.

I absolutely live for the evenings spent in Porriño center with Olivia and Xandra and Flor and Iris. They are a year younger than me (besides Olivia) but I am not condescending enough to care. My Spanish improves with every second I am around them and they are so genuine and silly.
I am so happy with my life here.

In other news, I love saying ciao! Whenever someone says it to me (which is literally like every 5 minutes) I get very excited. Saying 'hola' all the time is also very fun, I'm finding that 'hello' is just soooooo yesterday.

CIAO! It is late. I must sleep.
I have been invited to the big fiesta tomorrow by multiple individuals......I shall try to find weefee but do not expect another post until sometime Saturday......
Later alligators.

P.S. I love you Abby, for reading and rereading all of my posts. Miss you twinny
P.S.S. Ermil, it is impossible not to think of you when I talk with people here about Ed and the boys! It is also very hard to not call you "the ginger".....people here think I'm talking about a spice when I refer to you as that.....and they give me very strange looks when I explain that you are indeed spicy.....okay bye.......much love

Contenta

This morning I was feeling very homesick and hopeless but as the day went on, my spirits lifted. I still do not understand my teachers, but I am finding that they do not mind. I met some more girls at recreo today and I understand my friends more too. They are so patient and helpful and positive, can I bring them home with me??????!
Poco a poco I will understand this lifestyle.
In my class titled AE Soledad (no idea what this class even is....) the teacher talks very fast. Like seriously....super fast. I can't even understand English that fast. She asked me if I understood anything and I just told her straight up that no entiendo nada haha and this was definitely a good choice. She laughed and explained that she just speaks very quickly and it's a problem,and one of the guys in my class that I thought would never ever talk to me made jokes and I felt much better. He also asked me if I would be at the festival tonight and everyone was excited when I said yes. It made me feel very warm.
Our clase de ciencia was cancelled, and this is the last class of the day, so my class (Christina, Leila, Sarah, Eva, Noelia, Ty, Raul, and Ian) found themselves seated around the stairs outside of the school. Unlike yesterday and the day before, everyone was talking to me. It helps that I am understanding more I guess. Also, Leila will translate what I don't know because her family speaks ingles at home.
After school, I had lunch with my family and then we went to the village. The "small" town is actually pretty ummm....hopping? And it is very confusing to navigate but I think I'm  getting the hang of it. I can always find my way home by 9.
Tonight I hung out with Olivia and her sister's friends: Xandra, Flore, Pedro, and ummm I do not remember the other names...I've totally got a list going in my phone. The names are so different here, I spell them all wrong! Olivia decided we would speak only in Spanish, and it helped me so much. I understood everything and talked much more; I am getting more confident in my
Spanish. However....I am the only without the whole tongue-rolling ability.....like it just doesn't come to me.............
I have found a friend in Flore! She coincidentally lives right across the street from me. We had an intense heart-to-heart conversation about being shy when we walked home together, just the two of us. It is quite the experience to have such a deep conversation in another language with someone who lives on a different planet. She wants to visit Los Estados Unidos but is afraid she is too shy. I think she is willing to stay with me though.

Last night I was wondering why I decided to put myself through this but tonight I have no questions. My relationship is not only growing with my new Spanish friends, but with Olivia and my host family as well. I am learning that I will fit in more if I just jump right in and pretend that this is where I belong.
Motto: fake it till you make it.

Okay, peace out. Each day is so long. I wish I could explain every little detail, like how the coffee tasted with Lupe today in the village or how Pablo's English teacher has a cute Irish accent or how Ian has lip piercings or how my favorite kind of bread here has chocolate chips, but there is not enough time.
Goodnight!

"Welcome to Spanish Educación"

Good gosh, today was the first real day of school.
To start off with, I had to pick like 5 people and point to the first hour on my schedule (informaticas -computer science) and say "¿donde es?" and then I could barely understand their instructions. Luckily, one boy was in my class and he laughed and pointed to the door in front of us and said "aqui". He didn't talk to me at all after that. Awesome.
The first thing the teacher did was hand us a worksheet with a million questions. This was definitely the worst thing he could do. I whipped out my Spanish dictionary and tried to translate everything but that is a very slow process sooooo I eventually had to explain to a dead-silent class in my squeaky little voice that I speak English. Awesome.
I tried to make eye contact with people in there but they looked away and then when a girl sneered and laughed at me, I gave up. A nice boy helped me follow what was going on, but I could tell that he was frustrated that I didn't understand him. Awesome.
Well, I don't have that class until next Tuesday, so I don't have to worry about that right now.
People here are so different than in America. They are very friendly and open, not fake and gossipy like Americans, but they are only friendly and open if you know them. In America, you could be walking down a random street or on the beach and smile at a complete stranger and they will always smile back, but here, they will look away and not acknowledge you.
I asked Olivia's sister Xandra if this was normal, and apparently people in this town just aren't open to the new kids. Awesome.
But there is good news ahead! Just wait!
So then I finally made it to gym class, which I have with Olivia (thank all the angels and saints and prophets who dropped a piece of a blessing). We had previously met the gym teacher, and so he introduced us to the class as "the Americans who have no friends, please talk to them and talk slowly" which was like the worst intro ever and our faces swelled with red and everyone snickered
and whatnot. Awesome.
However, we had the next class with the girls we met yesterday. Ana and Daisy (Decy? Something like that) and since they were talking to us, we appeared more interesting to the other girls and before we knew it we were surrounded by girls.
Fast forward to the first 20 minute break and the group of girls introduced us to another group of girls and we were looking very popular. A boy came up right up to us to practice his English and started to introduce the other boys to us as "the raven", "the best video gamer on the planet" and etcetera and gave out very useful warnings as well.
There is also a girl from Sweden here and she has a very cute accent, perfect English, and fabulous outfits. I think she is struggling with the Spanish as much as I am.
I got many compliments today. Ana said my sweater was beautiful and a bunch of the people in the courtyard at break said I have a bueno cara, a good face?
But they are all so beautiful, they have nicer faces I assure you.
There are two extremely helpful and patient girls who are in most of my classes. They escorted me to Latin and sat right next to me. My Latin teacher does not speak Spanish, he speaks Galego, which is the original language of Galicia.
Galego sucks.
It just freaking sucks.
So I was not just super lost, I was super super lost.
Also, that teacher thinks I'm a complete nutcase and will not talk directly to me. If he wants to say something to me , he immediately forces one of my friends to translate the Galego to Spanish.
Okay dude, I am in a foreign country...I am clearly willing to try anything.
Whatevs, I only have Latin like three times a week.

The class of Galego was next, which is definitely going to be just as bad as Latin, probably worse. However, the story we read was about things I have already covered in mythology, so I recognized words like Homero(Homer), Odisea(Odysseus), Ítaca(Ithaca), Ciclope(Cyclopes), and of course Poseidón and Penelope.
At 2:30pm I came home to eat and take a siesta and then I had to return to school at 4:30.
I think. The time thingy still confuses me.
I was back at school at 16:30. Figure that out.
This was only for two hours, Grego and Filosofia. Neither of the teachers showed up so I just sat with my friends in the courtyard, which I assure you was also a challenge. One of the girls talks very very fast and I never know what she is saying.
When the second class was cancelled, Alessssssssander said to me, "Welcome to Spanish Educación!"
Tomorrow will be harder, we will have to take notes. I can't even.....ugh.
I'm sure my new friends will help me.

Olivia's sister Xandra is a year younger than me and her friends are very nice too. We went to Porriño center after school and talking with them improved my Spanish conversational skills a lot.
I think I might be able to survive.
Maybe.
I miss my puppy.
A lot.

The Life of a Spanish Schoolgirl: Day 1

Ermergerd first day of school.
How strange.
I am the foreign exchange student. Me. Me? Yes, me.
This confusing experience is for other people, not me.
I keep telling myself this but then this morning I found myself sitting in a big classroom trying to understand the speaker and listening intently for my name (which is apparently not Morgan, it is Morgam-Beth).
I didn't understand anything the teacher said, which was very frustrating I assure you. She talked to me directly once about two classes of mine but I had to consult Olivia to figure out that she was saying that there was a problem.
Well. That's over, no?

Sooooooooo, nobody really understood that Olivia and I are from America.
That's always awkward.
I felt like everyone just thought we were incredibly un-informed and confused.
Today we were aliens.

After school, however, two girls from our first class came up to talk to us. They spoke very quickly and their "slow" way of speaking is also very fast but I think we could all become good friends quickly. They were so cute! They wear blazers just like Ermil.
They were also utterly shocked that we are from Los Estados Unidos.
I don't think that these people are used to foreign exchange students.
At all.

After school, Lupe and I went out for coffee with Olivia and her mom and sister. Olivia's host mom is so cute and excited and borderline hippie. I love her almost as much as Lupe!
Lupe and I had a lot of time to bond this morning and it is starting to get a lot easier to understand her and one of her sisters as well.
However.......meeting new people is still very difficult and I feel super annoying when I have to continually say "¿Repita?" "¿Repita mas despacio por favor?".
My head is buzzing with random Spanish phrases even though I have no idea what they mean. I kind of like it.

The differences continue. Every little detail is just so unfamiliar.
I don't understand my school schedule at all and I'm definitely going to get lost multiple times tomorrow. Tomorrow is not only a full day, it is also two additional hours after lunch. Ugh. This only happens on Tuesdays and my first real day of school happens to be a Tuesday.
Lucky.

Even the materials are very strange.......I do not understand them. The pencils are so weird that I kind of want somebody to ship me a big pack of mechanical pencils. They are thin and they don't have erasers, but apparently this kind is the most popular.
Also, they don't use lined paper. It's graph paper with tiny little blue squares. Notebooks and folders are nonexistent. How am I supposed to write neatly on graph paper?..........
Well...my handwriting is an explosion anyways.

In other news, American boys are still finding away to pull my heartstrings in the wrong direction, even with zero contact. Congratulations, jerk, you get another unpositve song about you.

I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that I am in Spain.
Still feeling very grateful for such a sweet, patient family.

The end of the fortnight before the beginning of the adventure

Whuddup America!
I think today was my first normal day. I woke up, ate cereal, and played guitar all morning.
There is a little neighborhood pool that we walked to, and when I had to go back to ask Lupe for Pablo's gafas de nadar (goggles) I totally almost got lost.
We visited Porriño center today, which was crazy cool! My host family keeps saying that their town is small but it is like 60 times bigger than Bedford, trust me.
It is festival time! All week there are fun things to do in the center of town, which is fabulous but I wish I had some friends to experience it with. Lupe's sisters were talking to me a lot. I understood what they were saying but I couldn't think of a response very quickly so I just looked really dumb. Awesome.

I start school tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tengo miedo
It is just an orientation kind of thing, we start late and only go for a half hour, but I feel like first impressions a everything. I guess I will just plan to plaster a smile to my face and dive in head first.
I hope they like me. Am I likeable? Of course I am. Maybe.
Olivia and I plan to harass everyone with friendliness until they love us.

I'm really glad I'm not a foreign student studying abroad in America. I feel like in America it's not such a big deal and nobody thinks about hanging out with the confusing foreign kids. Judging from what Lupe said, it seems like there will be more people who want to actually hang out with me after school. Fingers crossed! I guess otherwise I could just become a recluse with Olivia! Aw yeeeeah.
Speaking of Olivia? Here is the link to her blog: www.spainintheass.tumblr.com. Go read it.

Okay, now I must try to sleep.
Tonight I feel so lucky to be here. It is truly disgustingly overwhelming and my lost cartera is stressing me the hell out, but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here in my little bedroom with the window open. At home there would be 3000 bugs in here by now but I leave it open all night and nothing comes in to bother me.
Tonight is where the beginning ends and where the real adventure starts.

Life's a beach

Hola!
Today we visited the beach. It is called La Playa De America because apparently it was here that Chris Columbus set sail to stumble upon America. There are so many big hills in Spain that I felt like I was breathing in not just an ocean, but five or six mountains as well.
The general population of the beach made me feel very very pale. I hope the sun kissed me today so I don't go to school Monday looking like I'm from Antarctica.
I spent this morning learning how to piece together a Lego space shuttle. I knew I'd learn lots here.

Overall, I am feeling quite marvelous. There are brief moments when I feel awkward and overwhelmed but then I get really excited to be where I am. I have a feeling that this will turn out to be the best decision I have ever made.
There is a party pulsing across the street from me. My family likes to keep reminding me that Spanish people like to party. People who live in the area of Portugal that is only 5 minutes away like to come here when they are in need of a good fiesta.
This house is amazing, I will post pictures sometime soon. It is very tall; it never ends I swear. Everything is brightly painted and someone is always shouting at someone else. I love the atmosphere. I am so excited to be a part of this family.
My favorite place is the balcony off of the sala. There are hammock chairs to sink into and lots of flowers to smell and lots of neighbors my age to creep on. The school is very close so I am assuming I will just be able to follow these people to Pino Manso on Monday hehe.
Yipes, trying not to think of school for more than five seconds. What am I going to wear?...

Okay I'm dead. ¡Buenas noches!

September 14th

Here in Spain, I feel lighter. 

My spirits are so light they could be a cloud and all of my problems are at the bottom of the ocean. 

I have had nothing but literally freshly squeezed orange juice and I can't even stop craving it. The chips here are made with less chemicals and taste so much lighter and the coca cola comes in the real bottles you see on adds and it is made with better sugar and also zero chemicals. The salmon on my sandwhich yesterday afternoon was so fresh it was practically slithering off the bread and the cheese tastes like some kind of sweet, carefully grown and harvested plant. I don't like cheese, but I'm kind of diggin' it here. 

Enough about food, I'm hungry. 

I've been on this tren for a few horas and in a few more horas I will meet my host familia! I am having some rather mixed emotions about this whole ordeal. 

I had a whole new puffing and swelling black rain cloud in my throat when I had to say goodbye to all of the girls I met on this trip, and our hip leader Alvaro as well. 

Maddie was the first girl to say hi to me when I first walked into the Chicago airport and she is extremely excitable and bubbly and has a way of triggering those traits out of me too. She is one of the most genuine people I have ever met and we connected on every subject we talked about I swear. She has her nose pierced, which I have been considering but I keep being told that I don't have the right nose for it. However, Maddie informed me multiple times that I have the perfect nose for a stud and my face is shaped so that I'm practically poster child for a nose piercing. So naturally, I have come to the conclusion that it will be my next piercing. 

Mariah is the second girl I met and we ended up figuring out the plane to Germany togeter and even rooming together. Olivia and I have deemed her a "wind sister". Back in America I think we would refer to her as "chill" but I have to go a little deeper than that if I'm going to attempt to capture her personality. She is the kind of girl who only finds a reason to worry about the things in life that truly need to be worried about. However, she really hates that her name is Maria in Spanish because people here simply have diffculty saying Mariah, but that is understandable because we all tend to absolutly freak if someone says our name incorrectly. She is so down-to-earth, probably the most grounded person I've ever met. Also, she has a hippie side and gave me this oil that cured my throat immediamente. Between her and Olivia, I have a healed throat and my cuts from various incidents have been erased by a little vitamin E. 

You will hear plenty about Olivia as I complete this journey. She is staying in the same village as I am and leaving around the same time as me too. She lives in Pennsylvania and attends a really cool boarding school in New Jersey. She is so confident and calm and can make a joke of anything. I can never fully comprehend her feelings (most people I know are an open book; I know when they are irked and I know when they are deflated and I know when they are euphoric), but it's not a downfall at all. Our friendship is light and happy and I love hearing about her awesome boarding school and her trips around the world. I know we won't be able to be attached at the hip in Porrino because it will Americanize our Spanish trip but I also know we will have a ridiculous amount of fun together nevertheless. Olivia's host uncle apparently owns the best bar in town and we are already planning things to do during the aftermath of our Spanish adventure. Okay so, Olivia has completed the entirety of the high school Spanish course; in other words she has left Spanish 4 far behind. We spent the first hour or so on this train ride studying grammar techniques and her explanations are definitely putting me at ease. I vaguely remember this stuff but with grammar, it's all about the details. 

Maddie, Mariah, and Olivia are the girls who I learned the most about and I feel like I didnt get the chance to bond as much with the other girls, but I still have to say something about everyone else because I never want to forget them either. 

There was another girl named Maddie, and she is the youngest of all of us. I admire her guts for coming here as a sophomore. She lives in Utah and had lots of really funny Mormon stories to share with us. 

I only recently got to begin a friendship with Christina. Mariah was picked up by her host family a day early so Christina moved into our room. She is so bubbly and has a smile and a laugh that makes me smile and laugh even before I know what's going on. 

Sierra was the quietest out of us all and I couldn't quite figure her out. She is headed to southern Spain where it is beautiful and warm and, well, paradise. I was only able to have a couple conversations with her and it seems that she's really interesting if you dig a little deeper. 

Well, this is the end of that short life. We all said goodbye today. We hopped on the metro (first time on a subway!) and hauled our bags to the tren estacion. After sitting in a group with Alvaro for awhile, our numbers began to slowly dwindle as our trains arrived at the station. Olivia and I are now only a couple hours away (it is 19:05 and we are expected to arrive at 21:22) and I am so relieved to have someone to help me navigate to my family when we get off the train. I hear the stations here are slightly complicado. 

So today has not been all sugarplums. We set an alarm but ended up falling asleep again and waking up late so we didn't have time to take showers and we had to throw all of our stuff together and race downstairs. Also, I ran into some wallet troubles. Alvaro is so helpful and lovable and I swear I almost exploded when he threw his arm around me and told me it would be okay. When people are nice to me in stressful situations, my emotions don't quite know what they want to do. 

Ight well, I meet my host family in a couple hours and these are my last hours to really bond with Olivia. I hope all is well in Michigan, send me a Facebook message with interesting things about your current life, okay? 

Now I am off to go study Olivia's Spanish textbook. 

Hasta pronto. 

I AM ALIVE

Hola amigos!

Okay so I haven't had any wifi (pronounced here as wee-fee) until now and I only have 30 minutes so I'm like MUST SKYPE MUST FACEBOOK MUST TWEET but I have too much to say for 160 characters and it's like midnight here so this is whatcha get.
I HAVE MET THE MOST STUPENDOUS FRIENDS. However, we must say ciao tomorrow because this is only the orientation phase. Um okay so everyone speaks Spanish here.....QUE?! Haha no I'm actually doing pretty good. Like I've learned so far from new girlfriend Maddie from Maryland that you have to stop focusing on translating the whole entire sentence and try to let the gist of what people are saying just sink into your brain. Talking is mas dificil until you really get going, then I swear everything just rolls off your tongue.
Sooooo like we talk Spanish in long intense bursts but then when our leaders are off having a life we bond as a super American group. The seven of us have now officially ordered dinner in Spanish twice now! It's much easier with combined brain power. We have been let alone twice in the city but we never wander too far from the hotel or talk to strangers (I promise.) Our leaders are really interesting and surprisingly organized people and much kinder and more open than I ever expected.

Tonight we finished being "orientated" and Alvaro (our hip tutor who handles everything and wears brightly colored clothing) dropped us off at the hotel around 8. We are trying to get used to eating late so we waited until about 9:30 to venture out. I brought my guitar this time and we went to Madrid's version of Central Park which is huge and green and beautiful and I can't wait to instagram photos of it. We settled by a big pond thing under a street lamp and I played 'Mr. Brightside' by the killers and just as I was rocking out to the "I never"'s a cute spanish boy rode his little Spanish bike past me and gave me a huge smile. Eeeeep.
Then we went to dinner and dined on tapas and one of the girls staying in a different room informed me that there is 30 free minutes of weefee in the lobby so here I am at 1:03am.
I MEET MY HOST FAMILY TOMORROW OMG.
I am taking a train with another girl going to Porrino who is named Olivia. When I first met her I was totally intimidated by her and I wasn't quite sure of her but I smiled and stayed super nice (not fake nice, do not picture fake nice) and just open to her and I learned more about her story when we both woke up in the middle of the night because we can hardly adjust to the time difference and I admire her a lot and I'm so glad to have her in Porrino. We both know not to cling to each other but we predict we will be in the same general friend group which will be great. And we will only speak Spanish together and whatnot. I can tell there are some stressful times ahead of me though and I'm so relieved that I'll have her to sort of fall back on.
I talked to my host mother on the phone today! It was hard to understand on the phone....I feel it will be much easier to understand her in person because our other tutors (Virgina and Ana) speak Spanish with a very heavy accent and say many words I don't understand but I can still comprehend what they are saying to me enough to formulate a response just from watching them.
However, I keep being told by Alvaro that school will be really hard and that it's totally normal for me to fail...like really truly fail which I have never really significantly known before. Their schools here are very different than our American ones. For example, our schedule changes dramatically each day. And we don't eat lunch. We just go home at 14:30 (2:30) and eat lunch then. Hmm. Also, our core classes will be with all the same people. And everything is a lecture. Every hour unless it's gym or music. Yikes!
I feel strangely okay about this because Alvaro also keeps reminding me that it's more about the experience and I'm going to take so much away from this. I think mythology and English will be passable though.
Okay I've really got to go...sorry about the choppy post, the others will be better and more detailed. Madrid is beautiful, I can't wait to see Vigo.
Okay bye! I miss you all. I will get to more wifi asap, but that could be until I'm all settled in at home tomorrow which could be very late here.

From Wednesday September 12 at 11:02am

Muy Rapido 

Everything I have experienced so far is just very fast. Starting with the way you are suctioned to your seat when the plane first gets going for take-off to the moment when you realize you're at yet another airport. Was I not just at the airport in Detroit saying farewell to my two best friends and my father? Nope, that was literally twelve hours ago. I keep getting and losing headaches and stomachaches every five minutes it seems but somehow I'm still feeling acutely aware and appreciative of all the different people around me and I'm actually enjoying myself. 

I have just said my goodbyes to Germany and I am currently on the plane to Madrid!! The real journey begins here. All of the instructions on the intercom are way too fast and I can hardly understand the flight attendants. I meant to catch up on sleep here since I got absolutely no relaxation on the 8 hour flight to Germany due to the three year old restless girl who liked to put her feet on me, but I have found myself wide awake since we landed in Frankfurt. 

In Chicago, I met a bunch of other YFU students. They are all so excited and scared just like me and it's so great to compare horror stories about the reactions we got from our friends and teachers when we told them we were leaving. It's nice to know I'm not the only one who got "um do you even speak Spanish?" "what's wrong with America?" and worst of all, the "uh why do you want to go to Spain for four months?". Why not people. Why not. 

There were no members of the YFU staff to show us around Frankfurt so we all huddled into a group and tried out our rusty German asking for the time and asking where the heck the board is where we could find some gate numbers. The security guy was asking me 60 million questions about my guitar and I couldn't understand anything until he said "you play country music? Rap?". 

Once we ran all over the airport looking at every information board, we finally found our gates and separated into two groups: Spain and Italy. I guess all of our German and Japanese exchange goers already left like a couple weeks ago. Anywho, my little Spain group consists of a bunch of girls who are ridiculously sweet and relatable. They are from Utah, Colorado, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Alaska.....so cool. Why don't I live in Alaska? 

I tried my Spanish here on the plane and in return I got a bunch of fast jabber that I'm still sitting here trying to translate through my jet lag. I am scrutinizing my little "Easy Spanish Phrases" book and praying this whole thing gets easier. This is going to be the most difficult month of my young life. 

Speaking of difficulty, I am like totally emotionally unstable. I woke up from a small nap a few hours ago and could not stop crying. Everything is so unfamiliar and the flight attendants all have a thick accent and speak three different languages and I just want to shower and sleep off this awful cold. Everything is going too fast and I can hardly keep my mind up with everything that's going on. Hopefully when we arrive at the hotel in 45ish minutes, I will find some wifi and peace so I can post this and wash my face. 

Oh! And to all of you reading this (considering you didn't get bored and made it all the way through) thank you so much for all the texts and tweets I received this morning! Quite a few of them made me tear up. So sorry if I didn't answer you, I still love you, I am just in such a frenzy today. I have never felt so numb and crazy and confused and sick. I just switched my phone to European mode, and I'll be able to text as soon as I find wifi! 

Peace out, more to come soon.