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!