Thank You, Enrique Iglesias.
The first three and a half days in Salamanca made me wonder why I'd ever been excited to study abroad. I was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, and always a little confused. There were too many faces, places, and names to remember—and why did all the Spanish men seem to have the same haircut from behind? Orientation was leaving me even more disoriented, and I felt like something was wrong; studying abroad was supposed to be fun!