The first day here is so scary.
The plane ride was uneventful, long, and boring. I couldn't sleep at all, so I'm super tired now. We found some ISA people at baggage claim, and they seem very nice. Everything seems to be going smoothly. We then were dropped off at the places we are going to live at for the duration of the program. The homestays are far away from the city and seem very far from each other. Then Kyle, Frank, and I were dropped of at our residensia. It is literally one block from the Plaza Mayor. They are completely not what I expected. We were dropped off, and the guy that runs the place doesn't speak even a tiny bit of english. We muddled our way through and found our beds. They are one room per person. My room is a six by ten with a bed and small desk and dresser. It's funny because my luggage barely fits in here with everything else. I was so tired i just threw my stuff down, but then the one guy got us and was trying to explain the rules and everything else. He's super nice, but I apparently cannot speak spanish. Kyle, Frank, the guy, and I all just looked at each other confused. Then he got another guy who lives there who speaks english and spanish. He told us the house rules and things. It's not a dorm type thing at all. It's kind of a shared apartment that has separate rooms. we are on the fourth floor, but luckily there is an elevator for our luggage and stuff. The other guy who helped us with the rules we found out is moving out today, so there goes that. There is only one single person bathroom on the floor for all 8-10 of us, I can't tell how many people live here, they just keep coming out of the woodwork. There is a washer in the kitchen, but you h ave to hang your cloths up in the apartment to dry... The location is great, but that is all i can say about it. I also expected us to be with other students, but we are now the only ones.
The other girl that came with us to the residencias doesn't speak spanish hardly at all, and she was in a residencia across the plaza. She and Frank both have phones that work internationally, and she called Frank sobbing. She's in the same situation we are, except she's alone with no other students yet, and she doesn't speak Spanish at all. We met her in the plaza and had some food, since we hadn't eaten since the plane and it was almost 2pm here. She went to the ISA office, but it's closed on weekends, so none of us could use the internet since our laptops didn't work until today. We were kind of unhappy that they just left us in Madrid with no help or anything. We had a meeting with and they explained nothing but the metro.
We went out with our group and with some other people who have been hereeveryone a while. I can't tell how scary everything is. No one speaks english. None of the customs are explained. The program just left us and and it's sink or swim.