First day of 'work' yesterday and this is what Luis tells me. Technically, I'm supposed to be researching articles on local food chains in the US and UK, but I don't think I actually have to turn in anything. It's really great having British guys working here as well, just in case I need a break from the mindmelt that is Spanish conversation. We found an Irish pub, which is actually run by a Scot named Scott, and played trivia. Sadly, I could only stay for one round because I had to catch the last bus home. Luckily, roommates were still up and let me in, as I had grabbed the wrong keys that morning in my 7am fog. Hopefully all of this enhanced forgetfulness and general clumsiness is just the adjustment period. Because carrying a plastic bag full of peanut butter, pringles, and postcards into an irish pub at 19:00 screams 'i'm a tourist.'
Travel tip: never buy an international cell phone/sim card before you actually arrive at your destination, because you will probably get the wrong thing and feel bad about having made your friends pay long-distance rates because your number is not actually spanish.
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