What do you mean they don't have starbucks?Arrived safely amidst the hustle and bustle of Madrid last Monday morning.
Met my roommates, who were all on the same flight as I, and took a shuttle to school then to our apartment.
Upon arriving to our narrow, cobbled road, the housing director turned back to us.
"Gather your things now," she said, words skewed with a thick Spanish accent, "We´re going to block the streets. The Madrilenos don´t like that." Shaking her head ominously.
She wasn´t kidding. As the bus driver ripped our suitcases out from underneath the bus, we stood huddled on the narrow sidewalks, dodging mopeds that flew around us, disregarding the pedestrians and grimmaced at the blaring horns.
It was 4 am American time. Good morning.
After trudging up the steep hill toward our apartment like a bunch of lost torists, we happily found out that we would be livining on the first floor. No need to carry up my luggage one flowerly top at a time.
That evening we had Tapas with the group in a breezy downstairs resturant. They brought out plate after plate of tiny amounts of food. Starting with a potatoe and egg tortilla, cheese, fried cheese with chicken, and roasted red peppers and tuna. We were told to eat it all, because we don´t want to offend mother in the kitchen.
The next day, we were treated to a walking tour of historical Madrid which was quite interesting. We saw a grand palace that the royal family is too ashamed to live in due to the sheer decadence of it:
Met my roommates, who were all on the same flight as I, and took a shuttle to school then to our apartment.
Upon arriving to our narrow, cobbled road, the housing director turned back to us.
"Gather your things now," she said, words skewed with a thick Spanish accent, "We´re going to block the streets. The Madrilenos don´t like that." Shaking her head ominously.
She wasn´t kidding. As the bus driver ripped our suitcases out from underneath the bus, we stood huddled on the narrow sidewalks, dodging mopeds that flew around us, disregarding the pedestrians and grimmaced at the blaring horns.
It was 4 am American time. Good morning.
After trudging up the steep hill toward our apartment like a bunch of lost torists, we happily found out that we would be livining on the first floor. No need to carry up my luggage one flowerly top at a time.
That evening we had Tapas with the group in a breezy downstairs resturant. They brought out plate after plate of tiny amounts of food. Starting with a potatoe and egg tortilla, cheese, fried cheese with chicken, and roasted red peppers and tuna. We were told to eat it all, because we don´t want to offend mother in the kitchen.
The next day, we were treated to a walking tour of historical Madrid which was quite interesting. We saw a grand palace that the royal family is too ashamed to live in due to the sheer decadence of it:
Plaza Mayor which is essentially the Fanuiel Hall of Madrid and ended at Sol the "Time Square" of Spain, only with better arcitecture and less flashing lights.Due to technical difficulties, this blog will be picture free until further notice. I will try to upload some! Correction: I am stealing my roommates pictures at the moment.
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