Aquí Estoy

After several takes at re-packing my suitcase (what would I do without my mum?) and some tearful goodbyes, I began my adventure on Monday morning. I flew from Stansted to Malaga. The buses from Malaga station leave every hour on the hour to Granada, the bus from the airport dropped us at the station at 1:50. I was panicking. Obviously it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I had to wait an hour for the next bus but it’d be better if I could catch this one. I found out it was on platform 24, I searched for ticket machines but couldn’t find any, I quickly asked a woman at the information desk, and she said si si 24. I figured that you must just buy the tickets on the bus. I went up to the driver and asked, he told me I needed to buy the tickets from _______ (this means I had no clue what he was saying). So with my 20kilo suitcase and my stupidly heavy rucksack I was running through the station, finally I found the ticket machine, and the mile long queue that came with it. 1:55pm. I was freaking out, I decided to just push in front of people as no one seemed to be using the self service. I was tapping away so quickly, it’s not like in England; they want your full name, your passport number and the seat you want to reserve! My heart was pounding trying to get my passport from my plastic pouch. Of course, I made it to the bus in time. Don’t you just hate it when you rush and rush, then the bus doesn’t leave for another 5 minutes...

The journey was fine, I kept nodding in and out of sleep, most likely dribbling and snoring too (so ladylike, I know). Now, as neither of my flatmates are there yet I had to ring the porter who would give me my keys. I had arrived about 1 hour earlier than expected (I clearly underestimated my skills of running through Malaga bus station with a suitcase). So I rang him, and again, and again. Nothing. So I sent a text and hopped into a taxi. Luckily someone was also going into my building when I arrived so I went in with them too. An hour later, he arrived and I could get into my flat. It’s so nice, I have a balcony (!) with a view of the plaza de toros. Following the lovely note and map drawn by my flatmates I headed to the supermarket to get some bits and pieces.

The view from my balcony

My room

Today I had a wonder to find an orange shop. It took a while but I got there. I managed to top up 15 euros to get my 1000 texts and 1GB data. Very nice. However, in about 2 hours when i tried to text an English number it told me i have no credit. I dunno what I am doing wrong but my internet still works. It means I won’t be able to ring anyone though. Then again, I am in Spain, who needs to call when the whole MUNDO is obsessed with whatsapp.

So here I am, chilling in my flat. Tonight I am meeting up with some other Erasmus students for tapas and drinks. It'll be good to do something and properly start my year abroad. 

Besos