Linares

I got to Linares by bus on Sunday and was picked up by my family and an AFS volunteer called Domingo. We got dragged my bags to the car, a silver Citröen five seat hatchback, and got in. My mother, father, and two brothers went to pick me up from the bus station, and at home there were two grandmothers, one of whom always lives here with us and her birthday was the day before I arrived. The other was just visiting and she left soon after. The brothers are six months older than me and six months younger. The 16 year-old, Sebastián, goes to the same school as I will, and the 17 year-old, David, now goes to a public school because of bad grades. Also at home there is a cousin who is staying here for break, which ends in two weeks.
I am still adjusting to living here and speaking Spanish all the time, but at least we can comunicate most of the time. I almost started writing this in Spanish because my mind gets in that mode sometimes. I had better write my college applications soon.