The remise dropped me off on the street corner, with all of my suitcases, at school and there was one other student there. His name is Thomas and he is from Germany. He had already been here for a month so he helped me get a taxi and go to my dorm. Thank goodness because I was so lost and literally would not have been able to make it. The city was complete chaos to me (and still is). I dropped my stuff off in my room and Thomas took me around town to some cool places and to get some food. I was pretty jetlagged (even though we are only an hour ahead here) and tired because I barely slept on the plane so I was home pretty early, and met my two roommates who had just arrived as well. One is Katherine, she is from California and the other Katia, from Nicaragua. We had to be up at the crack of dawn for orientation at 8:45. It was an entire day of me struggling to understand what was being said to me in a room full of other foreigners. There are people from everywhere in the world in my program, the majority being France. The US embassy representatives also came and spoke to us with the goal of scaring the crap out of us, they were successful, discussing what to do and not to do etc. etc. That night we went out for pizza with two other girls from the US who have been here for about a month, it was called Amelias pizza and was deliccccous. Pizza is like crack here, along with empanadas, its everywhere.