I lied. Actually, I just lied about that, plans have changed, but I do know I’ll be somewhere other than Madrid next weekend, more than likely another European country. Fingers crossed the girls I’m going with figure out where they want to go. Jajajaja.
Back to the story about how my hair caught on fire. So I was shopping, surprise surprise, for cosmetics, another bad thing, and the cashier was trying to show me how much it cost in dollars compared to Euros. Apparently there was a candle by the cash register… stupid.. fire hazard.. next thing I know my Laura (my roommate) was freaking out and pat my hair and saved my weave*! Luckily.. it only looks like another layer and you really cannot tell, but let me tell you something.. I would have cried for the rest of my.. trip.. no, year if my hair burned off. Suicidarme. My roommate was surprised I didn’t freak out or get mad at the sales lady.. the cashier kept apologizing over and over, and honestly.. I told my roommate if I got pissed about it wouldn’t change anything. My hair would not grow back! Besides it could have been worse, and I’m just glad it’s not noticeable. That’s just my line of thinking about most things, I try not to sweat too much stuff because if I can’t change it.. then the point of me throwing a bitchfit is.. pointless! If, however throwing a tantrum helps.. well, maybe I’ll consider it. Maybe. But that never happens so.. onto other things—-
For the most part this week consisted of walking, metro rides, a few excursions.. we went to Toledo the first full day we were here. It was so lovely and quaint.. what I pictured Madrid to be like, actually. Cobble stoned streets, cathedrals, narrow alleys, people smoking weed in the park.. actually that last bit I did not picture, but did see. Just throwing that in there. I wish I would have seen more of the cathedral but I got there 10 minutes prior to it closing.. FAIL. I did get a photo outside of it though, the door is gorgeous.
I feel like all my photos are of random streets, doorways, buildings, random architectural details.. and I really cannot remember what these places were because there are so many places I’ve seen so far. Plus I have the tendency to stop listening to people after say.. 10 minutes of constant talking (*take note).
Also all my photos look alike, same tourist poses..I’ll change it up in Granada, which I’ll be leaving for tomorrow.
I’m still waiting to get to a beach, which probably will not be until the 18th. I have a friend here who lives in a beach town! Sooo I’ll be seeing him in about 3 weeks. I’m pretty stoked, plus I bought two bathing suits two days ago.. and hey, at least one of them should be shown, right? Right.
I’ve been dying to go swimming for a couple of months now, ahem.
So the people here are Spain are.. different, of course that was to be expected. They look so serious. Now, I know it’s strange coming from a serious-looking person.. actually, I am pretty serious most of the time, but that’s besides the point. On the streets.. the metro.. department stores.. cafes, it must not be customary to smile at strangers! I miss that about Texas. I may not be smiley, but I like smiley people. At least if the smile is.. genuine. A fake smile might as well be an insult— to me at least. I guess that’s why I don’t smile unless I really want to.. but that’s just my personal theory. Also I’m really surprised not a lot of people speak English here, not that I expect everyone in the world to.. but it’s a common known fact that Europeans usually speak more than one language, and one of them being English. Guess not. That’s a good thing though, it makes it harder for me to not use Spanish— the point of this whole trip, yes?
You know how I tell you guys that things never hit me until way after ti starts.. I was in my second Spanish class today thinking to myself.. ‘Wow.. I’m in a class, in Spain. Wtf did I get myself into?’ Talk about delayed reactions.
Yesterday we did a walking tour of some of Madrid, and it’s true that you do not experience the real Madrid until you walk around—as my house mom (Teresa) told me. I started getting sad because.. 4 weeks here does not seem like enough time to see everything I want to see.. it’s gorgeous and beautiful. It’s so full of life, and I’ll be sad to say goodbye to it. For sure.
Ciao, mis amigos. Dos besitos.
*It’s not a weave. Joke.
