Well followers I am in Soria with my two new roommates Erin and Smadar. Our first day was unbelievably weird but amazing nonetheless. So wake up in my hotel get ready and go to meet Smadar at the airport for about 10 o'clock. All fine and dandy we talk, we laugh, we get stereotypes out of the way to clear up any risk of generalisations later on and then we wait, and wait some more while waiting. We wait for 4 hours yes 4 hours for our coach which arrives at 3.15 anyway but we are waiting for Erin. Heathrow being the wonderful airport that it is buggered up somewhere as Erins flight was delayed by well over an hour and we waited for her and looked for her at the gate. To no avail so myself and Smadar go to the coach station where there si absolutely NO information anywhere! Not one shread of info at all so we have no idea that we are even at the right place and who turns up 20 mins before the coach arrives. That's right ten points for guessing it's Erin who arrives out of breath and ever so slightly pissed off while carrying not one, no two but 3 suitcases! Would easyjet let me do that in future do you think? HMMM? ER NAH!
So the coaches arrives on time pretty much in a mini convoy. So we pile our suitcases on one coach and then we get put on another! Tis the point where I think I'm going to lose my stuff on the first day! Champion! They assured us they travel together which is bullshit as the one with our cases disappeared into the sunset. So we get to Soria after 2 hours and 45 minutos and is there the other coach there? ER NAH! So I'm livid so are about 6 Spaniards who clearly know how to get a face on. If you could personify thunder it's the faces of the Spanish women whose bags were also on the other coach. And the driver is all smiley smiley Carole Smiley about. Anyway it does turn up and I'm straight to the coach - OOOOOOOH in between all the arriving and second coach arriving Candy who has lived in Soria for 2+ years meets us at the bus station. How lovely. Never even met us and she met us.
Anyway got my stuff, got Erins and Smadars too and off we march to Soria town centre which when you are carrying a laptop and another bag and a 25kg suitcase is not, I repeat NOT fun! Soria does look amazing however as we got to our hostel and then sat in - el Tubo for the rest of the night. El tubo is one of the plazas in Soria which is actually named Plaza de Santa someone or other but apparently the streets and squares in Soria are not to compare to Britain: when we say Fleet Street in Britain we mean Fleet Street: but the Spanish would call it Newspaper alley because it used to have lots of newspaper offices. No idea why this square si called the tube though.
So we stayed up til 2 in the mañana talking to tons of Spanish people who Candy introduced us to. So our first day consisted of stress in Madrid and peace and relaxation in Soria. It was so funny too as you leave Madrid the countryside is every shade of beige imaginable but once you get into the Soria region there are tress everywhere!! Pine tress all over they are almost as endemic as the wind turbines that dominated the skyline from Madrid to Soria.
Anyway I'm going to leave it here for now as we are going to go piso hunting in bit. Bring on the green chicken! I'll explain later.
Ciao for now people
Sy
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