Chapter 3. Oh good lord

So Sunday, after a glorious 11 hour sleep, we awkwardly trudged through London bags a-tow to hit up the tube and transfer to the train station (this is why I like cars). We then embarked on a 4 hour train ride. Without wifi #firstworldproblems.

Which means... yes, I'm finally in Wales!

So we got here, got a taxi (they don't have trunks here), got to Swansea University, got our rooms, met two other lovely international students (Taylor and Billie), and walked around. The beach is literally right across the street. The pub is literally 2 blocks over. How more perfect can this get?! So obviously we got a beer, and somewhere our conversation turns to how much we would enjoy learning Welsh. This adorable 8-year-old looking boy next to us interrupts us and says "I know Welsh!" So we ask him how to say hi. He responds with something (no idea what he said) but I'm pretty sure he's at his sassy age where he told us how to swear. Anyway, walking back and we encounter like 11 other international people! How did we not know?! Anyway, more new best friends. Actually we've been awkwardly traveling as an awkward freshman pack of 16 international students all walking together.... it's quite awkward. If I would've driven by myself, I would've yelled "freshman!"

Chapter 4. All things Swansea

So it's Monday morning in Swansea, we decided to meet for breakfast at 915 (its free) then go to our orientation which is at 10. Obviously leave right on time with 16 people (not) and ask 5 different people where to go and finally find it. It goes from 7:30-9. Oops. They were nice and fed us. Orientation was much more successful. We had an hour and half to find a lunch (took 5 min) then we field tripped (is that a verb?) to Glower Peninsula. It's AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL!! Like seriously. I will be posting pics (yes Facebook). Basically Swansea's claim to fame. However I'm seriously surprised our bus made it through the narrow, winding roads. Straight up talent. So with all that we got back and went shopping (just for groceries, and a towel, which I forgot. Future reminder, don't forget a bath towel!)

Chapter 5. You have to pay for grocery bags?!?!?

It didn't need a new chapter, but I was in shock. You have to pay for grocery bags?!?!? WHAT?! So, 5 pence for a plastic, or 50 pence for a reusable. So I paid for the reusable (just don't forget it!). And when you use a credit card, it reads it, has an associate come over and verify your card, then a slip prints and you sign it and the associate puts it in the machine, then you get your receipt. Weird. Then we ventured back, and re-ventured out for food. Found a super cheap delicious pub, ate, started drinking, and decided to go pub-hopping. Doesn't roll off the tongue as well as bar-hopping. Found a Welshman who LOVES Americans. Also don't order Irish Car Bombs. Just Car Bombs. We didn't do it, but were informed.  Then we piled into a taxi (there were only 8 of us by then) and came back to Swansea. I would've posted earlier but Facebook is just so intriguing. And somehow I still haven't posted those pictures. I will, I swear!

In other news, I just applied for graduation. What the hell?! I thought I was still a freshman!!

And I'm applying for grad school. What is this life?!

It's 12:30, and I actually have to wake up for breakfast so..... peace out yo.