Friday full...

Of satisfying discoveries:

#1: Possibly the only English bookstore in Madrid, accompanied by a cozy cafe and bar. It's owned by a kind man from Louisiana who, in his own words, is, "just on vacation. A nine year vacation". I got three books for under twenty euros, along with a free cappuccino.



#2: After traveling to what felt like the end of the world, (but was actually just the end of line 10 on the metro), Lucy and I, by some gift from god, found the one and only Taco Bell of Madrid. I'm really more excited than I should be.



#3: But the best discovery of Friday? BLUE SKIES.

No me digas!

Beginning to my interesting (or bewilderly epiphanic?) Saturday night:

Me: "Diego, what are the top five countries you want to visit?"

Diego: "DISNEYLAND!!!!"


We proceeded to watch youtube videos of stupid Americans doing...stupid things. At arriving home (at an ungodly hour) wondering if I could ever return to such a justly ridiculed country, I searched the dark (very dark) kitchen for snacks. I decided on toast with cream cheese. Unfortunately, in the dark (very dark) kitchen I made the fatal mistake of confusing the butter with cream cheese...not realizing it until after it was all in my stomach. I could blame it on the dark (very dark) kitchen, or even the hypnotization of Spanish late night show, but it's better if I just admit that I probably belong in the ever so sad, justly ridiculed country.

Maybe one day I'll end up on youtube.

Furthermore, not counting out the possibility that this is very likely to happen again, I've made the sad acknowledgment that I will be wearing many a baggy sweater on my return.

One species of Madrid winter

Halfway mark, mas o menos

Me: cleverly adjusting to the Spanish climate by avoiding it completely while curled up in bed, post-”ciesta”. Don’t be fooled by the pretty patches of sun, they will only lure you outside to be whipped around by icy winds. Please take note of my shrine of California love. Comforting compilation of pictures, cards and Jaelyn’s funny windmill hat.

heart-leafed tree

No puedo esperar a la primavera.

Serve with crushed ice and enjoy!

As the normal cup of morning coffee didn't seem to satisfy me this morning, I turned to the unopened package of Horchata mix. A delicious Mexican drink and long time favorite. Thanks Gma-You truly know what my taste buds are lacking in a country where the food choices are not as varied as I would wish for.

Now all that's missing is one of those red or purple, metal straws that you always have an abundant supply of. Somehow they always make the drink taste colder than it actually is.

Ah, the wonderful magic of instant Horchata. Only a pour and stir away.

The coldest winter ever in...Spain?

Snowy Spain goes as follows:

Sugar Daddy Herb-R.I.P. He got brutally attacked during the night and woke up with no head. But the memories are fond.


Savage snowball fight. We won, of course.



Today the Madrid landscape reminded me of The Chronicles of Narnia and marshmallows.



And the Palacio de Hielo (Ice Palace) reminded me of 7th grade Saturday afternoons and skin colored tights. Lucy and I dominated the skating rink. Watch your back Michelle Kwan.

New Years in a jiffy

Dude,

Appreciate your Mom, cause living with a whack one SUCKS.

And nobody could ever compare to the one I already have.

Wahhhh :(

I have reason to complain.