First, a little bit of housekeeping. Thank you to everyone who has read my blog so far. Your comments, emails and feedback bring me so much joy. I enjoy writing each post and it’s gratifying to know that people actually read them. So thank you. Gracias.
Second, I added a few do-dads to the site! There’s now a photo gallery where I’ll be adding more photos than just the ones in each blog post. Additionally, there’s a list of my upcoming eventos and trips, a place where you can sign up to receive email updates when I publish a new post, and an archive so you can go back and read every single post again if you want!
And now on to new business. As promised, here are some photos of my school:
This past week marked my first week of classes. After all, it is study abroad. I’m taking cuatro clases: International Relations – Contemporary European Issues , Political Science – Critical Issues in Comparative Politics, Contemporary Spanish Literature and Introduction to Contemporary Spanish Theater.
The beginning of the week began with spectacular weather. I took full advantage of the major sol exposure and spent a delightful afternoon in Retiro – not a nube in el cielo. With my book, snack and sunglasses, I plopped down on a sunny bench. I heard birds chirp and watched people stroll by, ride bikes and walk their dogs. It felt like summer with the sun’s glow warming my skin (granted I was still wearing jeans, boots, a scarf and a sweater, but no jacket!). Maravilloso!
That same day, as if it couldn’t get any better, we went on a guided guía of the Prado. A former USC Madrid art history professor showed us works from the greats: Velázquez, Goya, Bosch and more. I can’t wait to go back on my own. We have another guided tour scheduled for later in the semester. (No photography allowed here, sorry!)
The week turned much colder and I got a cold. How ironic. My sickness kept me indoors for more than I would have liked. Knowing how much there is to see out there, I felt like I was missing out, but Madrid can thank me for not contaminating the city. Soon enough I felt ready to go afuera as only my runny nose lingered. (Confesión: I carried around a roll of toilet paper in my purse to use as tissues as I was all out of my travel Kleenex packs.)
Feeling much better, I was back on the calles. I spent my three-day weekend all over Madrid. My friends Janice, Alden and I planned on doing an architectural walk my guide book suggested, but we got distracted by a massive political protest in Puerta del Sol.
Hungry from (standing and watching) the protest, we opted for la comida at Gran Cafe, a restaurant with a warm, vintage pub feel, where we ordered from el menu del día (a set price menu where you pick a first course, second course and dessert – very popular lunch option).
Still hungry, the three of us explored Mercado de San Miguel, marvelling at the delicious options. (Click the photos for a better look.)
My day didn’t stop there. Just as I thought I was going to take a siesta, I instead joined Reed, Emily and Kyron for a café at a super #trendy coffee house. I got a hot chocolate and it was my first-ever beverage with a design in the foam!
If a protest, lunch, market jaunt and coffee break weren’t enough for one day, there was more. That night I went to a discoteca. Yes, I went to a club. I can’t believe it either. Emily, Sofía and I planned on a casual night out, but we met friendly Italians and Germans who knew someone who knew a guy whose cousin could get us in for free (or something like that) and, well, how could we resist! Let’s just say I’m glad I did it, but will I do it again? No sé…
Just as in America, my Sunday was spent resting and completing mi tarea. The week truly flew by. Whereas my first seven days here seemed to last much longer, falling into a routine of school, homework and continued exploration made this week go by much faster.
If the next few weeks pass as quickly as this one, my time here will be over before I know it. The next three weekends I have trips to Granada, Amsterdam and Valencia. There is still so much I want to do in Madrid and throughout Europe, so it’s time to get planning, but I remind myself not to get too far ahead and to enjoy each lucky moment I have here.