I've known for a few years now that having your birthday in the first month of the schoolyear is not ideal once you start university...
Every time I start at a new school it only gives me a week or two to make friends with whom I can celebrate - this year would be no different.
There was the possibility that my roommates and I would go out, but I wasn't counting on it.
One of my friends from home had a surprise planned the day before my birthday so I made sure I stayed at the appartment to accept the delivery or whatever it would be.
I had many things in mind: either she'd send me a cake, flowers, a pair of Louboutins, a Birkin even?
The fact that she would be the one arriving in my mailbox I could only dream of!
I'd been waiting for three hours before delivery time, with all my windows open, jumping at every sound. Finally I heared a car, and when I looked out the window I saw my friend Martha in the back seat of a taxi.
I can hardly describe what came over me - my heart jumping out of my chest is an understatement.
I basically ran down the stairs in my pyjamas to welcome her!
The fact that there are people in the world who would do this for me gets me rather emotional...
It took us a few hours to decide the plan of action for the day, simply because we couldn't stop chatting! We finally managed to take a bus to Madrid, there we explored the Golden Mile, a shopping area I would only dare to go with my best clothes on - and high heels of course!
We checked out some half naked men at Abercrombie and had a wonderful dinner.
The next day, we had another wonderful lunch before I saw her off at the airport.
That evening I must admit I was too lazy to go do anything else. My roommates were all busy anyway so I spend my birthday with my greatest love: the laptop.
A few days before that, I had spend another day windowshopping, travelling an hour and a half to get to this massive mall just for Primark :D - to discover on my way back that there was a direct line from Alcala that would get me there in 15mins.
This week I also decided to drop one of my classes that is basically a repetition from wat I've seen in Belgium - and since I'll only have 2 classes this semester, I'm starting dance classes this week! Belly dancing and hiphop... (you're never too old is what I think)
I'm also getting involved in some Erasmus activities the coming week, there is a dinner planned, and a trip to Toledo - update will folow!