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That's what we told ourselves last night while Solene (my frenchie) and I shared drinks and laughs at the famous bar Little Delirium.
Yesterday was like a wild goose chase between me and Solene. She arrived by train and I arrive by plane and we were to meet at Little Delirium, but couldn't find each other. Neither of us had a working phone so it was near impossible. Turns out there were 3 Little Deliriums and we were just at different ones. Good thing we agreed to meet at 3pm at the hostel if we couldn't find each other.
Last night however, was a top notch night, and we knew it from the moment we were invited to a home-cooked meal. I mean, how often can you enjoy a dinner cooked in the kitchen of a hostel, with a Malaysian, Singaporean, British, and Australian? (Don't say 'often'.)
By night, we went to the club with some cool French guys we met on the street. And after some dancing we ended up chatting with one of the guys who is a young father to two little girls. He ended up sharing his thoughts about becoming strong women, and giving us insight, and it was absolutely phenomenal, not because of what was said, but because he did. And aside from burning myself with a cigerette butt, it was a a crazy, awesome night!
The first day I arrived at Pedro's house, I met a few of his friends. When they asked me about what food we had in Canada, I was a little stumped. I mean, how the heck do you say maple syrup and poutine in Spanish? When they asked what we ate for breakfast, I confidently said eggs. Actually, it was the only thing I said. They didn't hear about the glorious pancakes with maple syrup, french toast, fresh fruit, oatmeal, and hash browns since I didn't know those words either. But hey, at least they knew we ate something right?
But then they asked me what we ate for lunch....and at that point I had ran out of words, so again I said eggs.....Pedro, looking either confused or concerned, replied with "more eggs?"
Yes Pedro...more eggs...eggs for days!
They must have caught on though because they didn't ask about dinner. Needless to say, having a language barrier can get a little frustrating, but more often than not it just cracks me up. I was texting a friend the other night, telling her I'd be ready to meet her after a shower. But instead of saying "I am going to shower", I ended up saying "I am going to fight." Because contrary to popular belief, there is a difference between "duchar" and "luchar"....which honestly sounds identical to me when spoken, am I right?!
It has been a week now since being in Madrid and I am completely infatuated with the city. Every little thing is so fascinating to me; the people, the language, the cobblestone, the cafeterías, the restaurantes, the architecture, the tapas.....all of it. I've had the opportunity to experience fiestas both at home and at the club and it's been a blast!
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