Hola, me llamo Candy

On our balcony, the Palacio Real is in our backyard!

I have an alter ego, her name is Candy. In Spain, they do not make the “z" sound like Americans do, which means that whenever I introduce myself as “Kenzie” to a Madrileño, he or she will pronounce it “Candy.” So I've been going by Candy. Since my last post I spent my first night out on the town in Madrid and had my first day of classes! We ventured to Sol, an area full of young people, for a night of shenanigans and dancing. We met many new friends from all around the world, Chile, Alaska, Egypt, and a french dude named Sandy. The nightlife in Madrid consists of a lot of young guys standing in the streets and hassling you to come into their bars. Definitely an experience trying to escape some of the more determined ones. First day of classes was successful! It is strange having a commute to school. In past semesters I would roll out of bed and walk a few steps to my class. This semester I have the grueling task of attempting to find a semi-euro looking outfit to wear instead of my American duds every morning as well as a half hour commute by train.

Stephanie, Me, and Anna at SLU Madrid

In other news, my calves ache. Yesterday we decided to find our way home from campus with only a map. We wandered the city for 4 hours and walked in every possible wrong direction before finding the right one. Also, we suffered our first casualty: the cookie jar. It was shattered Monday night by a very hungry roommate who will not be named. We managed to salvage a few of the cookies to snack on in between meals (dinner is so late here!) however we have to be careful to pick the shards of glass out before biting down.

"Te voy a partir esa calabaza vacua" means "I'm gonna crack that hollow gourd of yours in half"

Hopefully I will be adding a photo album this weekend!
¡Hasta la próxima!