Fiestas, friends and adapting
My second week in Madrid has just come to an end and it feels like it's been non-stop busy. This week kicked off with a few mental breakdowns - a cheerful start. I was really stressed about organising my classes and my timetable, because it isn't at all what I expected and trying to maintain the balance between having free time, doing things I enjoy and avoiding clashes was really challenging. I also noticed that things which would not normally bother me were really making me a bit nutty. I got all the way to campus one afternoon only to find out that my French class wasn't on and usually, being the lazy sloth that I am, I would've happily skipped back to an afternoon of napping. But instead I found myself ranting and raving on the phone to my mum on campus with several confused Spaniards watching me. By about Wednesday, although my classes had actually been really enjoyable, I felt run down, demotivated and I was longing for a bit of my own culture back. Final