It's late. I'm hungry. And I still don't have a place to live.

I have one and a half days to find a place to live, since the orientation program here ends on the ninth in the morning. I suppose that I could stay here for a couple of days more, but it's really a ways out from the center, and it's a boys' dorm. They're hazing the freshmen, and make them do things like dance around with couch cushions in their teeth, sing, declare their undying love to whomever, and whatnot.

There were meetings up until lunch, then we had the afternoon free, and this evening there was a reception at the Fulbright office. The new US ambassador to Spain (from, guess where, that's right, Texas.)