our "cafeteria" which looks more like a restaurant at the bottom of our casa
El Jardin de Las Delicias by Bosco
HOOOOOLLLLAAAAAA! I write to you from the ice cube that is our "dorm room". Apparently a dorm in Madrid constitutes a five piso vintage house with squeaky wooden stairs surrounded by walls that look like they will cave in on you in any moment. I live on tercera whose decor would feel right at home with the mad hatter or an old lady with cats ( periwinkle walls ordained with hideous pink flowers). Alright so my brain works in lists by day so recap here we go:
TUESDAY: After weeks of dread about the unknown roommate situation I wound up with two of the most normal girls at Suffolk and living in a room for five... if only getting the heat to work were that easy. I knew that me and the girls would get along when one of them said to me "Did you check Perez.... Heidi has a new face!". Yes you can get Perez in Madrid, no you can't get Hulu. You win some you lose some. After a LONG siesta we made a failed attempt at locating the campus on our own for orientation and thus spend the better part of 2-3 hours lost missing orientation entirely. Directions aren't our strong suit.The girls didn't seem to mind because asking young attractive Spanish men for directions never seems to get old. We did however come up with the catchy new Spanglish catch-phrase "Me Encantalo!" which we roughly translate to "Loves it!".
WEDNESDAY: Made it to orientation this time where we got a reassuring two hour visual demonstration of all the pick pocketing and assault techniques we will encounter. Apparently they look like Brad Pitt with the stealth moves of James Bond. Can't wait. We had lunch ( apparently bread and cheese are the only two food group that exist here) and then headed to the Prado Museum where we got a brief ( but free im not complaining) tour. The most memorable award goes to El Jardin de Las Delicias by Bosco which while some might call pornographic I thought held the most historic and symbolic meaning. Not to mention its hard to hate a painting that consists of unicorns, pig nuns, and dead fish. We then wandered the city to Sol ( a shopping mecca of course) and managed to offend at least two locals by questioning where the towels might be in the department store.
time for another siesta! Hasta luego!
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