40 days....39 nights....

That must be why it still hasn't stopped raining.
JAJAJA.

40 days? Forty days? Cuarenta días?
No.
It can't be.
It.
I just.
No.
I can't even.
That's a long time, bro.
Long time.

By now I'm like a little chameleon.
I molded into one family, folded into another, weaved through a couple friend groups, and here I am hyperventilating when I think of home. I have to go be a junior, a new and different species of high school. And then I have to get used to another place.
Sounds like a lotta work for a little chameleon.

I took a history test on Friday morning.....
Yipes.
All of the questions were disgustingly easy but I didn't know enough Spanish to answer them properly.
It took me the entire hour to write 2-3 sentences for each question.
UGHH HOW FRUSTRATING.
Vidal, I promise I'm not ignorant and uninformed.
Thanks to Romak, I know all of those industrial periods like the back of my hand.
Better than the back of my hand.
I don't know how many bones are in the back of my hand but I know how much the salary of Andrew Carnegie's factory workers was.

Yesterday we went to Vigoooooooooo!!!!!
It is positively ginormous. I felt like I was in old-fashioned Chicago.
Just kidding, Chicago is flat.
Vigo is like....the Appalachian Mountains.
My host uncle, Paco, kept telling me that Vigo is so young but like...it's as old as America.
Ugh I live in a baby country.

Iria had a fancy French class for legit three hours (little trilingual genius) and in the meanwhile I cafe-ed with the fam. We were surrounded by everything you could possibly wish for in life. Big beautiful city, a crystal blue salty ocean, mountains, and vicious pigeons. I wish I had taken more pictures, but I still have 73 days here to do that.
When Iria got out of class, we went out to eat and then literally shopped until we dropped.
I am officially safe from hypothermia in school now.

So far I have had a day of mega relaxing. Here in Spain, they only permit relaxing on Sundays. At first I was like twitching at this because Sundays are my days to get everything done but NOTHING is open and now I am used to it.
I "breakfasted" (breakfasting is a verb here: desayunar), showered, lunched (also a verb), and translated all of my history into English in in between.

I feel like I just need an entire day to sleep.
Just sleeeeeep forever.
It tires me just to think of another day (tomorrow) drowning in Spanish and struggling to stay afloat in life because half the time I have no idea what's going on.
But it's really all fun and games, I assure you. All of the things I used to worry over en Los Estados Unidos....so seeeeelllly. Eees joke. Was joke.

My host sister is sick.
I have officially been sick three times here.
I might die if I get sick again, or at least go into a very violent rage.


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