I am so exhausted...

Back in the old days of Northwestern, a sure sign of springtime was seeing the hoards of students (myself included) heading to the Lakefill to enjoy some sunshine, some good tunes, and the beautiful scenery of Lake Michigan. Today, I had enough of missing that and had my own little "day at the Lakefill" -- Madrid-style, of course.

Amy and I went to a little hill on Madrid's Engineering School campus, located right off one of Madrid's principal boulevards. After settling ourselves down for an afternoon of chilling in the sunshine, we were joined by my friend and co-worker Mike. The three of us spent 4 hours (no joke!) sitting on that hill, watching Spanish lovers make-out hardcore, eating candy, having boxed sangria, and petting dogs. It was quite an enjoyable afternoon.

Interestingly enough, as Amy and I walked from our apartment to the hill a few blocks away, I had a brief moment of complete ignorance. For about two seconds, I was transported back to those moments in Evanston when the two of us would bring a blanket and a good book to read at the Lakefill. For those two seconds, I completely forgot I was in the middle of a huge metropolitan city. For those two seconds, there was absolutely nothing strange about Amy's appearance. The flip flops, running shorts, sunglasses, and flowered shirt were perfectly normal, as was the big blue blanket she was carrying under her arm. But the comfort bubble was popped pretty quickly when we crossed paths with the students and parents of the Italian School two blocks down. They certainly didn't think Amy's "ready for the Lakefill" appearance was as normal. But they are the ones missing out.

On a completely random brainwave, I have to rant about how upset I am that other people are taking photos of awesome street graffiti. Obviously, I am aware that I didn't invent photography or graffiti, nor was I the first to think to take photos of some of the REALLY awesome stuff, but it just chops my hide when I see other people doing it. That was MY thing, like being bilingual at age 10 and having been to Mexico. Then I grow up and realize all of that is much more common than I thought and that I'm really not such a special snowflake. How the hell am I supposed to be an individual, dammit? Guess I'll have to go back to coloring my hair extravagant colors -- or better yet, shaving it all off...

Many updates

Cherry blossom trees are turning pink, green leaves are appearing on trees, people are flocking to Plaza de España to suntan, and I am enjoying not wearing a wool coat to school anymore. Ah yes, spring has arrived to Madrid.

Since the sunshine has been calling me to enjoy time outdoors, I've been neglecting updating here for a bit. To remedy that, I'm writing a digest of brief updates on mi vida.

** I went on a trip to Amsterdam two weeks ago. The weather was a bit cloudy, but the city itself is really beautiful and a bit funky. After visiting the Van Gogh museum (and seeing "Starry Night" up close!) and Anne Frank's home, there wasn't much to do outside of the stereotypical coffee shops and partying. Although I did have Dutch pancakes, which were a delicious. They reminded me of an oversized crepe laid out instead of being folded up.



While in Holland, my 3 friends and I rented Dutch bicycles to take a ride outside of Amsterdam and find the scenic traditional Dutch windmills. As expected, the ride was somewhat of an adventure in itself, involving taking our bikes on 3 ferries, getting lost in the quiet and pretty Amsterdam suburbs, becoming an expert at "pedal and click" photography, and finding the Mecca of graffiti artists underneath a large highway. Plus, I was left with the best souvenir of all: A sore butt for 2 days.




** My good friend Angela from Northwestern came to visit! We spent the weekend exploring Madrid, visiting the Prado and the Reina Sofia, and having cheese and chorizo sandwiches at Retiro, Madrid's version of Central Park. We went to a new bar, made some new friends, and discovered the gem that is "calimocho," a very Spanish drink consisting of red wine and Coca Cola. We had the most fantastic tacos at this little Mexican chain restaurant, and shared stories about our experiences in Spain and our frustrations here. It was really fantastic to see her again and hear about what other parts of Spain are like from someone who has a perspective much closer to mine.

** The weekend ended on somewhat of a downer, when my camera was pick pocketed from my purse during our "Gran Noche Madrileña" on early Sunday morning. A blond Spanish girl came up to me and one of our new French friends asking for directions. After a bit, I heard the familiar jingle of my keys and looked down to find her putting them in her coat pocket. I asked her to empty her pockets, ended up sticking my hand in it, and getting my keys back. After checking to make sure my wallet, cell phone, and bus pass were still in my purse, I gave her a piece of my mind and went about my way, satisfied with myself for not becoming a victim. About an hour later, as I reached into my purse to take a photo of Angela and myself, my pride was shot when I realized the Spanish [expletive] had taken my camera. So much for my dignity -- and more importantly, my camera. I guess now I will be remembering my last few months in Europe through the photos of my fellow traveling buddies.

** On Monday, the principal at my school asked me if I planned on returning to the school next year. She chose to do it in front of the entire staff during our lunch hour, at the table where the staff sits to have a buffet-style lunch together. As they all grew quiet to listen to my answer, I had to find the most diplomatic way to tell them that I'd rather eat rotten fish that's been sitting out for 3 months than return. I was rather flustered, and frankly found the situation rather awkward. They were less than happy, but I'm looking out for Numero Uno here, and that would be me. It's a dog-eat-dog world, right? To me, it was just another example of cultural differences. I was thinking of turning her down in her office, where I could tell her. And her alone. Instead, I told her as other teachers stuffed calamari stew in their mouths.

** I'm heading to Dublin this weekend and rather excited about it. I keep meaning to buy a raincoat or at least water-resistant jacket, but I haven't yet. It seems as though every time I visit somewhere, it starts raining or the weather is at least drizzly. Welcome to Europe!