The next episode of "CASB aboard public transit"

Today we had Spanish class at UAB — a 5-hour marathon with a coffee break in the middle. UAB is outside the city proper and getting there requires taking the Ferrocarril, Barca's LIRR equivalent. From the Residencia, we take the Metro to Plaça Catalunya. The Plaça is a Times Square-esque location — touristy and the convergence point for nearly all the transit systems. The 25 or so of us who left Onix at 8:30 managed to get on the correct trains today, but due to long waits and serious complications in purchasing tickets, waltzed into our respective clases de español a bit tardy. Once again though, we received the nonchalant "todo está bien."

This afternoon I had my first advising meeting for choosing classes. In typical Emmy fashion, I walked in with a list of 15 classes and walked out with at least 15 more. I have a couple weeks to figure it out though; plus, the Spanish have shopping period too. (Theirs is not institutionalized per se — it's more that classes start before registration, because each professor gets to choose their own start date. After all, why follow the university schedule?)

Other things I accomplished today include successfully flipping an omelette! (The key is the olive oil, which coats absolutely everything here) and navigating the metro by myself for the first time without getting lost.

Up next: we have our first weekend as "locals." Today also celebrates our one-week anniversary. So far I have to say it's a good fit.

And finally, a buena suerte shout-out to Paige, who through a fortuitous turn of events has found herself en route to play in the Spanish Women's Ultimate Frisbee Nationals in Madrid this weekend. The details can all be found on HER blog at pvhicks.wordpress.com.