I’m settled into an apartment, where I’ll be for six days. This is pretty much the first time in almost two weeks that I haven’t stayed in a different place every night, so I’ve been able to hang my t-shirts in the closet, giving them the dignified environment they deserve.
My apartment is on the “second” floor, meaning you get in the elevator, press “2” and then go up four floors to the second floor. This is because I start at floor "O," then pass through floors "E" and “P.” As if speaking a different language weren’t confusing enough.
But nothing was confusing about tonight; I headed off to spend a few hours in a bar with two women I met online. Please get your mind out of the gutter. It’s the teacher from the Spanish classes I’ve been taking and one of my fellow students who came down from Denmark to take a week-long in-person class this week.
In keeping with the normal behavior of everyone in the world except Americans, the teacher speaks Spanish, Catalan and English, and the student speaks Danish, German, English and Spanish. That means tonight’s gathering was hosted by Spanish with a smattering of English. Although to be honest, once the teacher left, the Danish student and I agreed that speaking Spanish in a bar for 2 ½ hours was kind of exhausting, so we switched back to English for the rest of the evening.
All in all, it was just so terrific to have some real-life time with two people I have spent many, many hours with online across continents. It's experiences like this that make you feel like maybe the whole world isn't going to shit after all. Although they're both baffled by the things they read about the United States. Join the club.
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