Effing Laundry!!!!

I love Madrid. I like many things about it. Sometimes "too much things", as one of my students would say. However, if I had to bitch about one thing, it would have to be about doing laundry. I already hate doing laundry in general, but I hate it even more here. I don't want to sound like a spoiled American who is lucky enough to have a dryer, but I AM a spoiled American who was lucky enough to have a dryer!!!

Every laundry day means having to hang-dry my clothes. When my clothes are hanging seven stories up, I can't help but freak out a bit. I live in constant fear of losing my clothes every time the wind blows. I imagine coming home one day and finding it scattered all over the hill behind my apartment building. Even worse would be finding my underwear scattered on the grass, on the trees, on the bushes. Speaking of underwear, I also hate how my "intimates" are out there for everyone to see. They are called intimates for a reason. No one should see them except me and a few other special (or non special...ha!) people. Lastly, I think about all the birds that can potentially shit on them. Que asco!!! (How disgusting!!!)

So these are the things that go through my mind every time I hang my clothes. Yes, I get a bit annoyed because I have to iron all my clothes after they dry, they are not as soft, and they lose their fresh scent and smell like the sun + pollution. But more than anything, I fear all the things I mentioned earlier. I just know one day they will all come true.