09/04/12

Dear Diary,

When I set my alarm last night for this morning, I told myself that "being in Spain would be different" and "I would wake up to my first alarm, because there is so much to see and do". Well six alarms later, I woke up at 11. Today was supposed to be my day at the beach, because I start class tomorrow, and clearly was not concerned with textbooks, bus passes, or supplies. However, Corey wanted to go get new phones, so yet again I ventured into the Orange phone store, spent 45 minutes with the woman, and walked out empty handed. I have officially given up on using my iPhone, and will now spend the next four months mastering the art of T9 and being thoroughly upset when I have to walk over to my computer in the morning to check the weather. After spending another 2 hours getting Corey's paperweight (because neither of us know how to add minutes onto a phone), we decided to give up on the beach, and try to get a few things done before class.

Upon arriving in Alicante I learned that none of my appliances, even with converters, work in this country. Which means that I have been without a hairdryer since Saturday. Now, most people would shower before bed and let their hair air-dry, but I of course see this as a now valid excuse as to why I not only shouldn't, but just can't possibly wash my hair. Fortunately I came equipped with three different canisters of Dry-Shampoo, but also neglected to bring Hairspray, on the off chance that I actually washed AND styled my hair (big day, I know).  Luckily, due to all these misfortunes, I got the divine pleasure of finding these items in a Target-less city, where I barely speak the language. It was not easy, but lo and behold, I have supplied future house guests of Rosa and Pedro with a variety of hair appliances. And now I can wash my hair...tomorrow.

Later on I had another unforgettable walking tour with my love, Sylvan. We (as in Sylvan, myself, and 40 other people who I am not infatuated with) walked up a small mountain on the coast of Alicante to Santa Barbra Castle. I truly am giving this mountain less credit than it deserves. It was in fact a forty minute, 85 degree angle hike, up steps made entirely of uneven stone, with very few plateaus. The ancient Romans and Spaniards really should have utilized a great concept called "depth perception". However, the view was genuinely worth it, and I know my back sweat was much less noticeable with the entire Mediterranean Sea behind me.

I can no longer stand my own smell from the hike, and need some decent sleep before class tomorrow, so I bid you adieu.

Good night, Diary.