You know how yesterday I said I was going to concentrate on making my room more homey? After waking up this morning and wandering to the kitchen, I had the sudden realisation that I had no food at all. I managed to get a fresh baguette from the little bakery on the high street to munch on whilst I headed for the supermarket.

Never have I ever been more disorientated than I was going to the supermarket today. Not only was is it huge and heaving with people speaking, let’s face it, a foreign language to me, but also everything is just different. The supermarket is not a chain that exists in England so it’s not even like the layout was remotely familiar. After walking into the store the wrong way, having to stand and google translate every word in the spices section and accidentally cutting the fruit labelling queue, I finally made it to the pay desk with a few bits and pieces to get me started. Standing there I could see all the Spanish gossip mags. Instead of Kerry Katona or Katie Price gracing the covers, there were snaps of people I have never seen or heard of in my life. I can’t lie, I was a little overwhelmed. I felt like everyone could tell I was clearly very lost and very confused but I MADE IT OUT ALIVE. (Just about, because the Spanish drive on the opposite side of the road to England, when crossing I keep looking the wrong way. So I think it’s clear when in fact the car is hurtling toward me from the opposite direction: pray for your girl)

// Pues, ayer había dicho que estaba a personalizar mi dormitorio. Al darse cuenta hoy de que no tengo ninguna comida, decidí ir al supermercado.

Fue una experiencia muy extraño y siento abrumada. Es muy grande y lleno de personas que hablan un idioma extranjero. Todo fue diferente y estaba muy confundida y perdida. Tuve que traducir el nombre de cada especia y me colé la cola para las verduras por accidente. Las personas me miraban como un delincuente jajaja. De todas formas, logró salir con vida y ahora yo sé lo que tengo que anticipar la próxima vez.

También, rezar que nadie en su coche atropellarme jajaja. Porque los españoles conducen al lado contraste de los británicos, yo mira al lado incorrecto cuando cruzar la calle. Entonces, pienso que yo puedo cruzar pero hay un coche a otro lado!