i am a zombie.

a sweaty zombie.

i'm currently numb. i haven't slept in far too long, am a little overwhelmed and am hot. above all things, i am hot. it's 36 degrees celsius here. i'm still clueless about the celsius system, but know that 36 degrees celsius is spanish for 'really fucking hot'.

my apartment is adorable. i haven't let myself start taking pictures yet. (one of the many steps on my How To Not Be An Annoying American Tourist plan). one of my roommates is a global studies senior from wayzata named calla, and i like her a lot, which is an enormous relief. we're supposed to have a third roommate, renee, but she hasn't showed up yet.

so far my goal of not being an annoying american has been failing. i feel like my spanish is about the equivalent of a 2 year old here. i'm already rusty and they use the vos form, as well as talk about 19 times as fast as me. which is saying something. however, i'm forcing myself to keep speaking spanish and am bound and determined to become fluent (or at least proficient) at it.

calla and i managed to befriend another guy in our program who spent last semester in B.A. on a different program. he's a spanish whiz, and is super helpful at translating or getting us directions. ultimate friend pick-up.

i'm not even coherent right now after my 3 hours of sleep in the last day and a half. i'm going to take a nap.

this city is hot and dirty and diverse and beautiful and i think i'm going to fall in love with it.