Thank you for the Internet. It was okay.

Last year, our next door neighbors were 6 Russian Exchange Students that came to Atlanta for the summer. They offered to pay for half of our internet bill if we gave them our network key. At the end of the summer, we found a note on our door that said “Thank you for the Internet. It was okay”. My roommate Abbey and I laughed about this thinking, just okay? How could we have made it any better?
Fast forward to this year: I am living in Spain and I don't know the language. Contrary to what I believed Rosetta Stone taught me, I have no idea how to converse with the people here and on Day One I am afraid to even say “gracias”. How am I ever going to get through this? I have a new respect for my foreign neighbors from the year before. Furthermore, I find myself saying more ridiculous things, such as when someone drops me off at school the first day, I say, “Thank you for the car.” Really? Is this the best I can do? Surely I know how to say something more intelligent than that…oh that’s right, I don’t. So naturally, I get out of the car and hurry into school as fast as I can. I am awkward. And what’s worse is there is no word for awkward here. Identity crisis beginning now…