The other day, I had to open a bank account for the very first time in my life. I walked into the big bank on the biggest road in Granada (Gran Via de Colon), and looked around trying to figure out who to talk to. I first walked up to the tellers and waited in like for a few minutes. "Alguien aqui habla ingles?" When the answer was no, I took a deep breath and said, "Tengo que abrir una cuenta (I need to open an account)..." The woman behind the window looked at me as if to say, "Really? You came up to the teller booth?" She points to a woman sitting at her desk and told me to speak with her. I walk up to Carmen, a impeccably dressed and put together woman, and tell her (all in broken Spanish of course, but I will spare you and write this in English), "I have to open a bank account, but I don't know how to speak Spanish very well. Regardless, I wouldn't know how to open a bank account even if we were speaking in English". Carmen gave a small chuckle and asked me for various items (my passport, evidence of my matriculation at the university, etc). She asked me a few more questions, told me where to sign, and somehow, miraculously, 45 minutes later, I had a bank account. No big deal. Now if only I could figure out how to activate my debit card...
Cool thing for today:
So I am studying in Granada this semester, and I am loving it! I got here about 3 weeks ago, and it is flying by! I will also be blogging for Cornell abroad while I am here. If you like, you can follow my adventures here!
And a picture of the view I see here everyday:
Cool thing for today:
So I am studying in Granada this semester, and I am loving it! I got here about 3 weeks ago, and it is flying by! I will also be blogging for Cornell abroad while I am here. If you like, you can follow my adventures here!
And a picture of the view I see here everyday:
