A World Away From Where I Started.

To whomever is reading this, I'm sorry that I've taken so long to make my first post. I've had a bit of trouble getting adjusted to my new life in Málaga, Spain.

I've never felt as American as I have over the past month! The slow-pace, the long (slow-moving) lines,  and the business days that end at 14:00 (that push my plans to the next day) have been driving me crazy! It isn't until I come home and look out my window that I am reminded of the opportunity that I've been granted. They say that the first few months abroad are the hardest. I agree, considering that after a month, I still don't think that my geographic location has fully hit me. Although home-sickness and culture shock have definitely taken their tole. I'm sure I'll eventually be able to sit back, relax, and take the Spanish approach on life: ¡Hombre! ¿Porque estás pesado? No pasa nada!

If you know me, you know that I prefer my feet to any motor vehicle. My roommates find it odd that if it weren't for the fact that all of my classes are in Teatinos (a 20 minute bus ride from the center), I wouldn't even bother with buying a bus pass.

I don't regret choosing a flat in the center over one in Teatinos. It's more of my environment here. Like in Atlanta, the sounds of the city at all hours of the night help me sleep. Málaga is always alive and vibrant. Unlike Atlanta, however, I sometimes don't feel the need to bring my iPod with me. The sounds of the city are enough.

Above are some of my favorite sights in Málaga's center. Even after seeing them for a month, I still catch myself stopping like a tourist and staring at them as I walk through the city.

I love you, Victor! Goodnight!