Spanish is Hard

You know all that rubbish about being good at Spanish? Well that was total rubbish. Today I had my first day in college and about 3 Spanish people tried speaking to me and I´m not joking, I couldn't understand a word. My writing and reading is fine, but in terms of speech I can´t process the information fast enough and so I end up sitting there with a blank face like a complete idiot. Next time I'm going to fake deafness or something to take the look of complete disgust off their faces.

So Thursday night was good, went out, few beers in some German girl's house with the rest of the Erasmus ensemble and then headed to Plaza Cañadió as usual for a few jars until 2am whence we moved to our first club. If you can call it that. All the clubs are tiny and play such rubbish like reggaeton music. It's not London, I can tell you that for sure.

Friday consisted of a tour around the musuem/replica of Las Cuevas de Altamira, where they found loads of prehistoric cave paintings. It was ok and it was pretty inspiring learning how they did the paintings and the context of their time period, but everyone was hungover as hell and not really interested. Well I say hungover, you don't get drunk here you just stay up til 6 or 7am so the hangover effect is purely down to sleep deprivation.

Saturday the new flatmate arrived, a 27 year old from the Czech Republic. Seems like a pretty sound bloke but he's been in the flat for a total of about 10 minutes since he arrived here because he´s dashing about everywhere. He did miss the induction week I suppose so he's had a lot to do.

Bought some footy boots, a rugby ball and a football today so I can finally get some sport action on and not have to feel constant longing to go to the park but not having the correct accutrements.

I'll be uploading some photos onto here this week so keep reading! Sorry for the short entry but I've got to get home and get changed for the evening's partying.

Ciao for now from Moo Cow