Oh Spain, why do I heart thee? I hadn’t even arrived in Madrid and yet I was like a giddy 14 year old at the Philadelphia airport. In Philly, where I had my layover, I heard Spanish being spoken all around me. And it wasn’t Telemundo Spanish, it was Castellano (NOTE: I have nothing against other forms of Spanish, I’m just familiar with the Spanish Spanish). I was so antsy and so excited to get there. When I walked out and saw Tess, I wanted to cry. As we rode the metro and as I walked around Gran Via and Sol, it was like I never left. And of course, as I walked into a Zara, I felt like I was home…jajaja.
Seriously though, I really did feel at home. Tess and I once again were able to have our long ass conversations while she makes me food and tea and forces me to speak only in Spanish. We go to a party the day I arrived and saw James and Matt, my other teacher friends. Oh it was so nice to see them. And it was so nice to hang out with all these fun Spaniards just drinking and talking loudly and having a good ass time. I even was able to stay out until 4 in the morning, jet lagged and all!
The next day, I went to my old piso and I again almost cried. To see Xalba and Inaki was great! We caught up on stuff (Xalba’s trip to Cuba, Inaki’s romantic weekend in Paris, the unwanted possibility of having to move to another piso) and listened to them bitch about their non Spanish, English speaking Danish roommate. All the while the danish guy is sitting there with his visiting sisters not knowing we were talking about them. What can I say? I’m an awesome roommate…jajaja. The guys show me where they kept the stuff that I had left. As always, I never realize how much crap I accumulate until I move. My god, I had no idea I left them so much crap. Poor guys and Sara and Tess who had to clean it up. Thank god I have until June 15th to get my shit…and my life…together!
Later that night, Tess and I went to another party, met more interesting Spaniards and ended up in a bar with two guys from the party who ended up making out with the same girl at the same time and eventually both went home with her…we think. I had never seen anything like it! I was slightly disgusted by the whole thing yet really happy for them (according to Tess, I apparently kept saying loudly “I LOVE Spain!). I’m sure if I was sober, I would be more than just slightly disgusted. Tess and I found ourselves running out of a bar once again. A real nice guy let us get in his cab (we didn’t want to wait for another one), had the cab drop us off first and didn‘t even let us pay. We end the night at 7 in the morning stuffing our faces with leftover pizza.
Ah to be back is glorious! Okay, I had a resaca muy grande the next day - I don’t even remember the last time I’ve had a hangover - but man, was it worth it!
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