First blog from España!

It is almost a month that I have been living in Spain and I finally decide to sit and write about it. I guess its beter late then never, so far it has been good. Getting over the culture shock is the only downfall, who would of thought you could feel so foreign in a country where the language was something I was born with. 
The beginning: 
Off to Spain I went, it was the longest 9 hours of my life! Except the airplane food was really really good, or I was just that hungry. Now for the good part... TOUCHING SPANISH GROUND! Me and my fellow companion Erica were super jet-lagged and had the duty of embarking on an adventure just to find our luggage. After going to the bathroom, getting our passport stamped, we found an underground metro that took us to the entrance of the terminal. This is where we find the luggage area, we grab all of our stuff that weighed 1000 kg (just a guesstimation). Our tired bodies made it out to the entrance of the terminal, the architecture in this place is just amazing! Neither of us could remember what time we were getting picked up or where at. I tell her if we aren't picked up by 11 am we are getting a taxi. That never happened, thank you baby Jesus, we would have been more lost. Good thing I bought some wi-fi, for just a low price of 5 euros for 30 minutes and was able to read the email telling us about the pick up info. After waiting for a while, we find the adults responsible for our arrival. My brain could barely function by this time, I just knew I was on my way to Alcala to meet my host mom. Once we arrive at the plaza, you could just see a group of old ladies patiently waiting. That damn luggage seemed to get heavier every time you tried to pull it, it was the only thing slowing us (tired, hungry, college students) from our host families. Now we played the waiting game, it felt as if we were in elementary school all over again waiting to get picked by the cool kids to play kickball. 
Then I meet my mamá española, Soledad, she greets me with kisses on both cheeks and then rushes me to the nearest bus stop. Now remember I was hauling some serious luggage and the only thing running through my mind was, "why is this women rushing me!!" We ride the bus for only 5 minutes, and boom we arrive to my new home. She doesn't speak to me the entire way, and I just kept quiet. We get to the apartment complex and the elevator is tiny, but we manage to fit suitcase, me and her inside it. She turns to me and points then says, "ocho", really loud because she must of thought if she said the word loud enough I could understand her language. We get out of the elevator she turns and points again to a door then says, "B", in loud spanish of course. "Aqui es donde vives", she says to me, "Ah esta bien muchas gracias", I  tell her. Her face is in shock, why did I know spanish so well? My obvious answer is that I'm mexican, I could sense relief in the air. We stick all of my stuff in my room (beige walls, pink bed, with an awesome view), then the best part she feeds me some pasta with chorizo. After I finish eating I begin the habit I won't be able to get rid of when I go back to the states, LA SIESTA. I wake up a couple of hours later, still feeling super exhausted but I manage to put away all of my clothes in a closet and make myself feel some what more at home. My new mother comes to me and tells me we are going for a walk with some of her friends, of course I agree. She shows me around Alcala de Henares, a beautiful little town just waiting to be explored. Then she takes me to a place called El Tapon, a really cool and small bar. My first time I ever go into a bar with 3 women all of them over the age of 60. She buys me a beer and a bacon bocadillo (sandwhich). From then on I knew we would definitely get along very well.