i'm in!

it's midnight here, i'm supa tired and i'm waking up tomorrow morning to go to donosti for a day of beach sitting, sunshine and quality food. so all i will say is i am my new piso, i love it, and here is a photo of my room. will take more glamor shots of the whole apartment later.

my room:



Edit: here are some more photos of my lovely apartment. view out my window:



Living room:



Kitchen:



Bathroom I share with one other girl:

I'm Alava that!

Thursday is a big day.

What happens on Thursday: I move into my apartment. I go back to Laudio (hence the fabulous pun in the title) and meet more people at my school and get my weekly schedule, which is hopefully something like tuesday-wednesday-thursday because that would be PERFECT for travel. And I'll probably buy my ticket for the Sevilla vacation shortly after that!!

Not much else to tell, Bilbao is still delightful and we lost horribly to Barcelona, which everyone expected.

One thing I had forgotten about and have yet to readjust to in Spain is how socially acceptable public displays of affection are. People just sit down and make out in public like it ain't no thing! It's pretty awkward so far.

I'll put up pictures once I'm reunited with my camera cord and the rest of my belongings that have already moved into my piso ahead of me.


Aaand reintroducing Euskera of the day:

Iraila September. This is the only month I know so far, so I'm set until Wednesday night.

athleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetic!

First, I went and visited with my soon to be roommates the night before last, and they are wonderful. One is obsessed with the US and watches The Hills, The City and Keeping up with the Kardashians. All are super fashionable and make me feel like a lumberjack, so obviously I will need to step my game up. October 1st cannot come soon enough.

second, Casco Viejo (the old neighborhood where I'm staying in the meanwhile) is beautiful and has delicious pintxos and lots of other good things but it is flipping LOUD at night. And tonight Athletic Bilbao plays FC Barcelona so it's not really a question as to whether there will be celebratory screaming outside my window all night, just whether it will be in Spanish or Catalan. I saw some of the Catalanes earlier and one of them sounded just like the Godfather. Hot dang, now that I look around the square it is all Barça fans, maybe I will go put on my new Athletic jersey just to represent a little. Come on Bilbao, get your game on.

third, there is a shop in the Plaza Nueva here which I just noticed sells all these Basque gourmet things, plus Moravian cookies from Winston Salem, NC!

ooooh it's starting to rain, I'm out.

hello, I work at the basquest school ever

Sooo last night I met up with two of the other people from my program, Elizabeth and Matt, who had just gotten in and we explored for a while then had a picnic! We met up again this morning and walked around, got lunch (side note: when selecting lunch meat at Carrefour, do not choose by which is the cheapest. You will get the ickiest ham substitute ever made.) and then I took a train to Laudio (Llodio if you want to google it, the Spanish name is better known) to go see my school!

First, let me tell you about my school. It is about 20 minutes from Bilbao, or 30 minutes including train ride/transit from my apartment door. It's pretty giant and includes junior high through high school students. I met up with Esteban, my program mentor, and he showed me around and gave me a million papers with things like school maps and schedules and I learned and promptly forgot about 20 Basque words. I go back on Oct. 1 for basically the same thing, but meeting more people and getting my weekly schedule. I'm so excited!! Also, my school has several small breaks for local festivals and THREE spring break weeks (one in March, two in April). Heck yes.

The town, from what I saw of it, was really little and nice. When I was in Madrid I mentioned to Antonio, my friends' landlord, that I was going to be teaching in Laudio and he is like "oh, there are lots of ETA terrorists there." I do not think I saw a single terrorist but on the other hand, they had "bring the Basque prisoners home" posters (which is normal) but they were around the official town hall (which I've never seen before). Also, I counted six (6!) Guardia Civil trucks. So I think pretty separatist is just how Laudio rolls.

Now I'm off to give Ismene (one of my soon-to-be roommates) my deposit for the room! Things are settling into place nicely now.

sometimes,

Six hours changes everything.

After my freakout this morning, I met a dude from Leeds and we explored around the city for a while, then watched clips of Mock The Week and Futurama. This was encouraging.

Then, I went to see the one piso where someone had responded to my calls/messages. And. This piso. Was. Amazing. It was right off of Plaza Moyua (read: really nice/pretty/convenient to metro neighborhood), a beautiful apartment inside, and the girls who live there were AWESOME. All really friendly, chill girls in their mid-20s, and I felt like we got along really well. Also, although a leetle bit more expensive than I had as an ideal, totally affordable. So I told them I would definitely love to live in their piso if they decided they wanted me, they said they'd get back to me in a couple days, we said our goodbyes and I left. As I walked to the bus I was just praying - hopefully not out loud on the street like a crazy person but I'm not 100% sure - God, if You have something else for me, I trust You. But I do love this one.

Well.

I get on the bus to meet Casey (who I'm staying with) and my phone rings. It was Maite, one of the girls from the piso, and she was just like "yeah we really like you and we want you to move in Oct 1!!!!"

aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i. have. a. piso.

It was the only one I went to see and it was awesome and now I am so excited because in 10 days not only am I not a nomad, I have a fixed place where I will live with awesome girls. Things are looking up so much I can't even see straight, I want to cry I'm so relieved!!!

can't think of one

wheeeeeeeeew.
So I've just sent out about a million emails to prospective roommates here in Bilbao. Hoping to hear back soon... it is really stressful not having a place to live. I'm starting to understand the people who prearranged their piso situations before getting here! BUT I've been couchsurfing (last night and tonight) and it has been delightful to hang out a little and have actual conversation!! The couple I'm staying with showed me around Bilbao some last night, then we went back to their house just outside the city (in the mountains!! it's cool!), had dinner, and they helped me start looking for apartments. All in all they have been super helpful and welcoming. Thumbs up for couchsurfing.

And, best news, I finally found a pension (like a B&B) that is nice and cheap and well-located to stay after tonight. It was getting a little tense because I kept calling places and everywhere with a reasonable price was filled up! And I have my cell phone set up now, so I can communicate when I'm out, which is always good.

But... I am still struggling really hard with homesickness. I don't know what I was thinking getting here this early, if I had waited to go when the other auxiliares got here I would have had some instant friends, but now I'm in Bilbao and I feel like I don't have any friends. I know this is the hardest part, that it only gets better, etc, etc, but somehow that doesn't help as much as it should. When I'm logical about it I remember how much I loved the last two times I lived abroad and how much I love Basque Country so it makes sense that once I settle in I'm going to love it love it here, but I'm struggling right now not to wish I could go home. I have to remind myself that it's not irreversible, that in the unlikely eventuality that I settle in here and still can't adjust, I can always go home. I mean, I probably won't, but it's good to know it's there. Also, apparently lots of people get "expat flu" where they get sick right when they first move abroad, so maybe I have that and it's not just nerves that have been messing with my stomach.

And every piece of homesickness advice suggests I list the reasons I moved here, the things I like about my new home. So here goes:

Getting better at Spanish.
Walks along the river.
Trips around Spain & around Europe.
Delicious Basque food.
The laid-back, genuine vibe here in Bilbao.
Visiting Arzak.
Tamborrada in January.
Futbol, in bars and at the stadium.
Teaching English.
Spanish fashion.

Let's end on a high note. Yesterday as I was riding in the car with Casey and Asier, they put on a Basque language lesson CD and we were all repeating after the CD and it was great fun and then came probably the most useless thing ever:

"Sevilakoa naiz, baina Madriden bizi naiz." That means: "I am from Sevilla, but I live in Madrid."

ahahahaha how many people in that situation could possibly be learning Basque?? haha, awesome.

Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao, cada dia te veo mas guapo

So as you've probably guessed, I'm here! I took the fancy bus, and let me tell you, it was fancy and worth every one of the extra 20 euros. And it had WiFi! So here I am on the fancy bus right before falling asleep during their onboard (onbus?) movie of "Twilight":



My arrival went pretty smoothly, as we were pulling in to the Termibus station I started to have the, "oh man, what am I doing?" feeling again, but I got in a taxi and started talking to the driver, and he was awesome. I told him about what I was doing over here and he was like "9 months, wow, by the end of that I bet you'll be an Athletic fan" and so then we talked about futbol for the rest of the drive. For the record, yes, I AM already "del Athletic", and yes, I do still have a tender spot for the train wreck that is Real Betis too.

Anyway, yesterday evening I took it easy, hung out, wandered around the city a little. My hotel is right on the river and you can find everything from the river so it was nice to be able to get around without a map! I'm couchsurfing with a couple tonight and probably tomorrow, which is going to be soooo nice compared to being alone (although my hotel is pretty sweet!).

Finally: I (re) learned yesterday that my favorite animal is "txakur" in Basque. And everyone was walking them last night!! It was so cute, I was eating a doner kebab on a park bench and this little doggy came up and started munching what I dropped and his child owner runs up and is like "come on, Balto!" cuuuuute.

Also (I guess the dog thing wasn't that final after all), the man at the desk informed me that the internet here goes in & out because sometimes anti-terrorism trucks come by and ruin the signal. whaaaaaaaaaat.