El Tigre

El Tigre.
Hola desde España! So I said I was going to pick a specific thing to write about rather than explain everything I've done up to this point, but here's a quick recap:

We got stuck on the plane for 2 hours while waiting for them to de-ice it. I slept through Silver Linings Playbook on the flight here and was pretty upset about it. We arrived in Madrid and I got meet up with Kristina in the afternoon and we went to a café :) Jet lag got the best of me and I almost fell asleep standing up during the tour of El Museo de Prado...I was interested but so exhausted. I've seen so much hanging meat in restaurants/stores and SO MANY paintings of naked people, and any time I think something is strictly a sidewalk a car shows up and almost runs us over, so I have no idea what's up with the streets here.

I could go on and on but my favorite experience so far was last night in Madrid at a place called El Tigre. Me and five others went there because we heard they served a bunch of tapas with your drinks (tapas are various kinds of appetizers) for really cheap. We got there and there were no tables with seats so the waiter pointed to a back high top table for us to stand at. He could definitely tell we were tourists and didn't show any mercy on the Spanish or helping us out to understand what he meant with things. We had no idea what we were doing so we ended up asking a group of English speakers what to do, and we decided to go up to the bar and place our drink orders. However, the second we got over there the waiter just waved his hand and mumbled something in Spanish to shoo us away, and I could tell he wasn't our biggest fan.

So we went back to the table and waited, when he eventually came over to take our orders. We must not have looked like the beer-drinking type because he gave us 2 examples of what to order: sangria or mojitos classssic girl drinks. I got a mojito that ended up being bigger than me...  and shortly after that he brought out like 6-7 plates full of food, and it was AWESOME.

A table of British people next to us that had chairs left, so we decided to steal their table without asking. Right in the middle of moving all our stuff, our waiter caught us and just stared with a look that said "Stupid Americans are you kidding me" but we didn't care and told him we wanted seats, so he let us be. After hanging out for a while, he gave us the price for it all, 32 euros. But, they don't do separate checks in Spain, so we had to figure out how to scrounge up all our change to make it work. Instead of leaving and giving us a second, the waiter stood right there and watched us make absolute fools of ourselves. This guy must have thought we were SO annoying and I wonder how many people like us he has to deal with every night. Despite all the awkward waiter conflicts and not knowing what to do, it cost 6 euros for a huge drink and a ton of food, so it was a wicked good deal and really fun.

I said I was going to do a shout out every post for someone I'm missing while I'm here, but I'm not going to say who it is. So, this one goes out to the person who really helped me through the beginning of being here, because I've been having a really rough time adjusting. So glad you can put up with me and all my drama, love you so much Manfriend. IHGM ;)

Tomorrow I move to my actual house in Sevilla, so I'll write again when something cool or weird happens some time soon.
Gracias por leer!
Moll :)

FOMO

FOMO.

Well here it is, the typical "I'm studying abroad!!" blog. It's 10:30pm the day before I'm leaving for Sevilla, Spain until May, and I'm no where near done packing and still have laundry in the dryer. But, instead of worrying about packing actual clothing and necessities, I cannot stop thinking about how I REALLY need to paint my nails and start this blog off before I forget about it completely.

A ton of people are abroad this semester, so to keep it interesting, I'm going to focus on the totally weird or unexpected experiences I'll be having over there, rather than the average details of places you won't really know what I'm talking about. For example, instead of me explaining how nervous and excited I am to be leaving tomorrow, this post is about my self-diagnosed disease, called FOMO.

FOMO: Fear of Missing Out, is definitely a thing. And while everyone keeps reminding me "you'll be in Spain, we're jealous of you, don't be missing us!" this disease has really started to become an issue. I shouldn't worry about missing out on seeing the entire campus at DHOP on a Saturday night, or laying on T-Hall lawn the second it gets above 50 degrees, or making fun of all the insane girls going after Juan Pablo on the Bachelor with my friends, but right now I'm absolutely having separation anxiety from UNH. Not only that, but I'm there's a very good chance I'm going to bring my dogs with me in my suitcase, and I'm going to miss my dad's stupid jokes, and hanging out with my mom while watching Netflix. Aidan will have his license by the time I'm back (WEIRD) and Megan will probably be 5'7 by then (haha yeah riiiiight sorry Meg hehe). All in all, FOMO is totally a real disease.

Despite all the worries I have about what'll be going on back home, I cannot wait for the moment that I'm in Spain and realize that I was insane to be worrying in the first place. For those of you that know me well, you know that I went through a terrible time trying to get the opportunity to even go abroad at all, and worked extremely hard to make this happen. I don't think I've ever been more grateful for hard work paying off and I'm going to make this trip absolutely amazing because of it, and hopefully I'll be FOMO free in no time. I have no idea when I'll be writing on here but stay tuned, because I also decided that starting next time, I'm going to make a shout out to someone back home in every post justtt to keep you all on your toes. 

That sounds pretty lame now that I think about it but I don't CARE and it's happening.

Adios amigos y familia y gracias por leer! Nos vemos pronto! 

Hasta luego,

Moll :)