Back in BCN

I got back to Barcelona yesterday! It's really strange to go from -23 and blizzarding to around 57 and sunny, but a nice change. My trip back was through Heathrow again which was easy, but I ran into problems when I got here. The cab ride to the apartment should have been under 20- when I took it last time I had more luggage, and lived even further away from the airport, and it was around 19. We get to the apartment quickly, and I know we went straight there because I know the way. The meter said 16, but extra fees are usually added for luggage and if it's night and everything (which it wasn't)... well somehow the extra fees turned out to be almost 10 euro! Ridiculous! And of course there's nothing I could do to dispute it.

I only brought 23 euros and some change with, you can't pay with any sort of a card, there's no ATM in sight (to compound the embarrassment, later I find out that there was an ATM not 2 meters from the cab that I just didn't see), the RA I called was the wrong RA and I had not saved my real RA's number, and the one roomate whose number I had was not picking up her phone. After an awkward 5 minute conversation with the wrong RA, I spotted some American looking kids walking out of the building, ran out of the cab and yelled "Are you guys IES (the name of our program)?!" They were, so I quickly told them that I was a full year student that just got here, and short 2 euro. So they lent me the money and were on their way somewhere, so just left.

Keep in mind that I had been up for like 30 hours at this point, and the kids were on their way somewhere, so we didn't have time for a proper explanation/introductions, and my angry cab driver was grumbling in the background. Now I have to find said nameless kids to pay them back and (hopefully) befriend them. Though they probably have me labeled in their head as the weird girl from the taxi now. Great. And the trouble didn't stop there. I got to the 2nd floor, which was where I thought I lived (and I didn't write it down...stupid), but both doors had signs for companies so obviously it wasn't there. For some reason I hadn't saved my RA's number: before I left I checked to make sure I had it, and there was a contact saved as "Monica RA," but I completely forgot that the RA whom I barely saw last semester was a Monica too, so guess which Monica was the one I saved? Urg. I called my parents and had them log into facebook because I had both the useful Monica's and the number of one of my roomates in messages, so I got both the numbers and called. Of course, neither of them picked up. Woo.

I was just going to go up to the 3rd floor and just randomly knock on a door, because I know for sure that Monica lives there, but then Maggie (a roomate) called me back and let me into the apartment. It turns out I live on "Principal" which is really the 2nd floor: the second floor is actually the fourth floor, due to the presence of 2 unnumbered floor at the bottom. Monica picked up her phone and I went up to get the rest of my luggage, my keys and all of that. After that I just unpacked and got settled in, I was too tired to do anything.

So the apartment is nice and open. It's sort of plain, with nothing on the walls or anything, but it's also very clean and everything works (well, now it does). Except the shower head in our shower... I mean it works, but water of a certain water pressure will go over the shower curtain onto the floor. This flow rate translates to about a half inch layer of water on the entire bathroom floor over 10 minutes of showering. I know from experience.

I have a single, as does Jenn, who is across from me. Both of our rooms are about the same size as singles at a normal college campus, with a good closet and all that. We don't have windows that open outside, which is sad, but at least the rooms are well lit. There is a decent sized kitchen with everything a normal kitchen would have, sans dishwasher, and also a bigger common room with a dining table, a few couches and a tv. That room has a balcony that faces Gran Via, so it lets in a lot of light. Next to that room is a double where Maggie and Michelle live, that has another bathroom attached to it.

My roomates seem really nice, and I think I'll probably regularly hang out with a couple of them. By freak chance one of my roomates is Jenn Bert, who was in a few of my classes at LT and now goes to UOI. The other two girls, Maggie and Michelle, go to Penn State and Manhattenville, respectively, and are both from the Northeast.

So now it's in the middle of the first week of class, and I've been to a few of my classes. 2 of my classes which are at a different university and also the lab don't start until next week, so I only had the IES classes to deal with. The Gypsies and Church/State classes are thankfully taught by a really nice professor- I have her for both of them, so I was kind of nervous. They look promising. My research methodology class also looks pretty intense, and the professor has a bunch of psychology papers published in English journals (he's Canadian), so he knows what he's doing.

Other than that, nothing is really going on...the only weird thing I've noted about living in this section of the city is that people and shops actually do that whole siesta thing. Last semester I lived in a really high class neighborhood where everyone was a lawyer or in business, and I guess things were just more cosmopolitan; nowhere closed for siestas, and everywhere was open on Sundays. Here it is more middle class, so I guess that's why it's different.

I'll write at the beginning of next week once I have been to my Universitat de Pompeu Fabra classes and the lab.

Also a heads up that soon the majority of my Flickr pictures will disappear, as Flickr no longer allows free pro accounts to yahoo users. Lame. I'm going to look into something else that lets me put up a few thousand pictures without paying a membership fee. Ideas?