I speak in a language my parents don't understand and go to bars without worrying about being carded. Lots of people, buildings and meeting friends in the Plaza Mayor to go shopping or out on Thursday night. As you might expect, life is a little different here. Melissa, my roommate, and I both have class at 9 a.m. every day. Showers are short here and a little colder than in the States since no one has very big water heaters and we don't want to use up all of Blanca's hot water before the day has even started.
Breakfast consists of toast, fruit and cafe con leche, one of the best things about Spain.
I've been a coffee fan for a long time and cafe con leche, coffee with milk, has become my new favorite source of caffeine. After breakfast, we head to school, which consists of several rooms rented out by the University of Valladolid in some office space. Most of our classes are pretty small, since there are only around 25 of us, but I think that everyone has a pretty good time in them. A lot of this is probably due to our teachers, who aren't much older than the students they're teaching. For example, my grammar teacher Sergio is 24 years old.