Buckets of Meteorites

Okay so I am officially back to blogging every day, not to worry.
My life is slowing down now and I am settling into my new normal. There are plenty of things I will miss about my previous life here, but I suppose it is time to move on now.
I now live with a girl one year younger than me named Iria and we share many of the same interests and our lives are uniquely common. It is just her and her madre - her padre died a few years back. We bond a lot over music. She has a beautiful singing voice and loves all of my favorite artists. All of them.
Her mother is very sweet and I surprisingly understood everything she said to me last night when she was explaining life here and showing me everything around the house. She speaks only Castellano and French, but Iría has perfect English. However, we have a pact to only speak Spanish except for Monday's - which will officially be our Día de Inglés.
They have both welcomed me into their home with open arms, explaining that it is my house now too.
I feel as comfortable here as I did in my otra casa.

I brought way too many summer clothes - IT'S FREEZING HERE. I have already purchased boots and a jacket but I am dying for some comfy sweaters.
Luckily, Iria has French class in Vigo every Saturday morning....which directly translates into SHOPPPINNNNGG!
Okay Dad, before you have a heart attack, keep reading; there is more good news ahead.

Iria was rolling off a list of awesome stores in Vigo and after realizing that "hache eme" is "H&M" and "thara" is "Zara" I kinda flipped out.
In America, Zara is super expensive and the only Zara close to where I live is in the middle of Chicago.
I have now learns that it is only expensive because of shipping.....because the owner of Zara lives right here in Galicia! Iria showed me a cardigan that she claimed was 3€ while in America totally would be $39.
The owner also has a more informal store here too, but there is no way I'll be able to spell the name.
It is sufficient to say...I am in heaven.

Okay so I miss normal cookies and bagels and ICE CREAM. And the second I get home, I'm going to require Tim Hortons for breakfast, Subway for lunch, and Taco Bell for dinner.
Last night I showed Iria my friends at home (yes, you people) and she said that it's funny that people here in Spain think of Americans as very large and fat but then every American she's ever seen is so beautiful. Interesting, right?

Ciao for now readers.

P.S. I have been here for 24 days. Holy buckets of meteorites.