So I had 5 days to look for an apartment. I wasted the first 2 days without much to show because everything was closed up on the weekend. I just knew that I wanted to live with Spaniards, that was pretty much my only requirement. Any uncertainty I had had vanished when on my first trip to my school. It was at the end of the day so everyone, teachers and students alike, was rushing out the doors. I just kept introducing myself to everyone that passed by: "Hi, my name is Drew, I'm going to be an English assistant here. I'm looking for a place to stay." José, a teacher I now work with on Wednesdays and Thursdays offered to open up his place to me on the spot. He had a three-bedroom apartment to himself. He would later be sharing it with his girlfriend, so I couldn't stay their permanently, but I could stay there until I found a place. In an instant, I was relieved.
I passed on the offer at the moment because I still had 2 days left in the Hotel, and was planning to come back to the school to continue my search the next day. I showed up early and continued my incessant introduction until about noon when two of the younger teachers approached me and said "So you're looking for a place? You can stay with us." and the search was over. I looked at 0 other apartments, I did no haggling or research. It was obvious that this was going to be my only opportunity to live with teacher from my school, and such a good opportunity it is.
So after school I left with Frenc, Jesús and Javier, crossed the street and entered my 2nd floor apartment for the first time. My first impression, was that it was big, and that it was clean. Frenc had made lunch, which we shared, and then Jesús drove me to the hotel to pick up my bags. After unpacking, exhausted, I crashed in my new bed and thought about how quickly everything had fallen into place. I was, more or less, ready for the year ahead.
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