I was the first of the three University of Richmond women living in my apartment in San Sebastian, Spain, to walk through the door to our new home. My roommates yelled up through the window to ask what I thought. "It's um ... nice," I replied. I am not sure exactly what I was expecting, but I can tell you this was not it. When the door opened, it revealed a long, very skinny hallway with six doors lining the walls: one for the kitchen, one for the bathroom, one for the living room -- with a velvet couch with a pattern that looked like a mix between Native American art and Grandma-style floral -- and three for each of our bedrooms. There was no open space.