|A building on the UC3M campus...and a random old shirtless man|
There are alarmingly few Google image results for "Universidad Carlos III." Either they don't have cameras in Spain, or I'm accidentally enrolled in one of those internet scam universities. I guess being stranded in Madrid could be a really fun adventure--right? I'm just going to hope that UC3M is a real place, and that there are lots of creepy, shirtless, middle-aged men walking around outside the campus. (See that dude in the picture?! I thought Vassar was the only "clothing-optional" campus I'd have to deal with during my college career...I guess not. Sigh.)
It's pretty thrilling not knowing what to expect when I get to Madrid. I have this image in my mind that Europe consists entirely of super old, tall buildings all crowded together along a cobblestone street. And that cobblestone street is filled with men wearing capris and small children drinking beer (or is that just in Germany?) I mean, up until a few days ago, I thought all of Europe drove on the left side of the road like those crazy Brits do. So in addition to the obvious things--the 9 hour time difference from California, drinking unrefrigerated sodas, and having absolutely no idea how to use the vosotros verb tense--I'm going to be in for a total culture shock. I should probably start memorizing how the euro system works, otherwise I'm going to be broke in approximately 3 days. (They do count time in days there, right?)
But they do say ignorance is bliss, so I think I might just dive into this as a (hopefully charmingly) clueless American. 57 days!