Manana No Salgo

HOLA friends and family!!!! I know you have been agonizing over my absence from the blog world so youre entertainments back!! Shout out to Lauren who took to rereading the previous posts out of boredom. So we are in our fourth week here which means according to the counselors and staff we should be throwing ourselves off buildings and crying in supermarkets anytime now. Don't worry aside from tearing up at the sight of a much needed morning coffee I'm doing just fine. Your very own Carmen San Diego has been taking in the local sights the Madrileno way: in an overbearingly large firecracker red double decker tourist bus. Which wasn't ALL THAT embarrassing till I fell down the flight of stairs that takes you to the top and snuck out the back exiting a round of applause. Other fanny pack worthy outings I've made include the famous flea market El Rastro or as I've affectionately deemed it: the rat race. You are surrounded on either side by items no one should ever buy from a vender in a Led Zepplin t-shirt. You have no say in the matter of what direction you are going in, the herd moves you as they see fit.

This past Saturday my roommate removed my covers and yelled in my ear enough to drag me to the quaint town of Segovia about an hour and half outside Madrid by bus. Wondering what it looks like? Open up a picture book from Sleeping Beauty and check out the castle, there you go I saved you a trip. I've tossed around the word 'moat' before but never have I actually almost fell down into one. Also home to the first aqueducts which they still use as their water system, sure beats Brita. In the end I thanked my roommate for waking me up and apologized for hitting her.

So since my brain works in an organized choas manner I will proceed to list the youthful knowledge and sage advice I have gained thus far:

1. the phrase "Spanish Internet" is an oxymoron. I have a cellphone that works on higher speed connection. This has also been a determining factor in the frequency of my posts... lo siento
2. the invention of elevators or escalators is lost on the Spanish, I've taken to repeating the mantra "only five more steps" and 9293405729 steps later I'm there
3. dinner time in an all girls boarding house resembles that of the running of the bulls in a place not too far from where I am... it is eat or be eaten, the suggestion of snacks has come up
4. wearing a t-shirt that reads "I LOVE NERDS" is equivalent to asking the locals to mock you.

Ok I was planning on writing more but the Starbucks employee is making eyes that scream I want to go home.

I leave this weekend Geneva Switzerland so until then...

Besos

Chrissy


Roommates at The Rastro


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