The Apartment Search
So we had been searching for an apartment some months before coming. We got one but had to let it go because well… we were indecisive. I mean 3 girls having to make a decision lol. We also encountered some racist Spaniards who refused to give out their apartments to black people.😐 Fortunately I got to Spain before my friends and I had a Ghanaian friend living in Spain so I made arrangements to live with him till I find an apartment. I had another friend who was helping us with the search. So I got to Spain on the 12th of September, 2017. My friend took me home and the next day we went to see the other friend to continue the search.
There I met some of my other student friends from Ghana who were also in the soup. They had contacted an agency and had found an apartment. The problem was it was a 4 bedroom apartment and they had to pay 800 euros a month. First of all they were 3. Secondly they had to pay a deposit of 800 euros just in case they spoil something in the house and they had to pay the agency another 800 euros for their services. So in all they had to pay 2400euros. You see when you leave your country for the first time eh you suddenly become a math whiz. You convert everything. 2400 euros is about 13000Gh cedis. Each person was going to pay 800 euros 😂😂. So we decided that I was going to join them and my friends who were yet to come will join us when they get there. So in the end 2400 was going to be shared among 6 girls instead of 3.
We went to look at the apartment and it was niiiice😍😍. So it actually made sense because usually 4 bedrooom apartments go for 600 euros. But here comes the bigger problem. We couldn’t tell the owners and the agency we were 6 instead of 4. And we had to sign a contract😓. Everything too was in Spanish and well as lazy as we are, no one was willing to read and translate. We didn’t know whether there was a penalty if more people came to live in the house. So we signed it like that and just hoped we were never caught☺.
The apartment was actually the nicest apartment if you made a comparison among the other apartments our other friends got and we ended up paying less than our other friends. For some strange reason too our utility bill was a lot less than our other friends’ eventhough we were a lot sharing the apartment.
So yeah, it wasn’t so bad after all. the apartment was close to the University and the city centre which was a good thing. We moved in on the 15th of September 2017 and the Spanish Adventure began for us😅.
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My friends have been bugging for months to write about my year abroad( heloo Enimil😁). I’ve giving so many excuses but today here goes.
I’ve never sat in an aeroplane, truth is I’ve never even been outside Ghana. Even in Ghana I’ve only been to the Eastern Region because that’s where I attended high school. I live in Accra by the way.
So on the 10th of September 2017 I left Kotoka International Airport, Accra, Ghana to Adolfo Barajas Airport, Madrid, Spain, well to the Istanbul Airport first because that’s where I transitted. I was nervous. I was travelling alone and I was going to live in a strange land with a strange language for almost a year without my family. At some points of the journey I almost cried, I had so many “what ifs” without answers. The longest I’ve been away from home was 3 months which was in high school and even that I saw my family every second sunday of the month ( they never ever missed visiting). In Uni, I was home almost every weekend because, well my mom said I should🙇. So you get the picture, almost a year without my parents and siblings and my close friends , I knew it was going to be tough and trust me, tough it was but thats a story for another day.
My journey was almost uneventful, except my flight was delayed for almost an hour but I didn’t get lost at any of the airports like some people said I would😒. So I got Madrid but that wasn’t my final destination. My final destination was Zaragoza. Seeing that my plane was going to land late, my mom decided it was better to go to Zaragoza by train instead of bus. So I had to find my way to the train as it was located nowhere near the Madrid Airport. At this point I knew I needed God’s help cos chale my Spanish eh…all comments reserved😂. But by God’s grace I met a couple who actually understood my broken Spanish and were headed to the train station as well. So I followed them and took a bus to the train station. I waited for my train and when I got to Zaragoza, a friend met me and sent me home. In all honesty my journey wasn’t as stressful as I expected it to be. Mostly because I prayed every time it seemed there was going to be a problem and my advice is to all is to travel as light as possible especially if you’re travelling alone. I took one big suitcase, one small suitcase and a backpack and I’m glad I did because I know people who came with two big suitcases, a carry on and a backpack. I honestly don’t know how I would have managed that with my small frame, especially with the journey from the airport to the train station.
So I got to Zaragoza and my friend and his wife took me home because… well i didn’t have an apartment and school was reopening the next week and I needed to get one, settle in before school reopens. My friends and I started searching months before coming and we still hadn’t found one and some of our parents didn’t even know we were homeless in this strange land. We told them our half truths and continued the search till we found the perfect one… or so we thought😐…
To be continued…
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