Techo.

Techo. 

Roof.

The Spanish phrase 'los sin techo' refers to homeless (or roof-less) people. But as of 24th September I am no longer a homeless immigrant, I'm a immigrant con techo. I have found a flat in the L'arena area, which is considered the main student area in Gijón which centres around La Fabrica del Gas, a plaza with fountains. I am about 10 minutes walk from the sands of the Playa de San Lorenzo, around 2 minutes stroll from my beloved emus, and most importantly for my far-flung amigos, 7 seconds from the post office.

There I am!

I'm sharing a 6th floor flat (thankfully there's a lift) with 2 chicas, one student and 1 graduate. My next project is subtly integrate myself with them in the hope of reaching the university expected level of fluency and achieving  the socially acceptable title of amiga, rather than that-girl-wholivesnexttothekitchen. They have been welcoming and very helpful, which I am most grateful for. Especially as I fear one of my schools now believes I am mentally deficient as well as lacking degree-level Spanish. 

However, I was heartened to discover that my room contains no less than 15 cupboards, 10 draws and 33 shelves. Definitely enough storage to contain any woes I may possess.

And yes, I was sad enough to count them all... 

And if anyone's wondering where the bed is, it conveniently falls out of the wall. 

Yes, I have a 'cama de 90', a bed which travels 90 degrees every night just so I can sleep. Although during the day I do fear it will spontaneously fall (asleep) on me. 

I will be, however, spending Thursday and Friday night in Madrid for an induction. Well, it's paid for, in Madrid, there'll be people I actually know and I'll get fed; of course I was going to go.