On Friday, October 16th, I went to Club Joy for the third time. As a club itself, it's not my favorite, but I always meet interesting people there. I met a Spanish guy who studies history in Portugal. He who tried to lie/joke around with me and say he was from Maine in the United States. But probably because I tried to lie and say I was from here. I asked him why he would say "Maine" out of all the states and he said because no one would know because it seems like no one knows much about it/not many people live there
. That was funny.
. That was funny. We also met 2 American guys from the New England area. They were visiting their friend here who dates a Spanish girl. They have been dating for 3 years travelling back and forth to see each other! She has lived in England and the United States for years at a time too, so her English is really good. That night the 'dancers' at the club were wearing crazy costumes from the 16th century or something. Weird. But there was this awesome violinist that played a piece that led into the melody of a popular Pitbull song. It was really cool and I feel like you don't see that in a club everyday..
That Saturday I didn't really do much during the day, but I spent a lot of time talking to Cris. I need to see more things in Madrid, but I think that even if I don’t go out of the house sometimes, I’m still making the most of my experience inside the house if I practice Spanish. (One day after school that week I had talked to Concha for an hour and a half! We had café con leche together and I just stayed in the kitchen while she was preparing food).
That Saturday I didn't really do much during the day, but I spent a lot of time talking to Cris. I need to see more things in Madrid, but I think that even if I don’t go out of the house sometimes, I’m still making the most of my experience inside the house if I practice Spanish. (One day after school that week I had talked to Concha for an hour and a half! We had café con leche together and I just stayed in the kitchen while she was preparing food).
That night I went to see La Cruda Realidad (The Ugly Truth) in Spanish with Devin. It’s the same movie but dubbed over with Spanish dialogue. Devin and I planned on going because she told me how she had seen The Hangover here in Spanish and how it’s a great way to learn more, especially if you’ve already seen the movie in English. So we went and had a little “date.” We shared popcorn, which made me happy because I often go to the movies with friends who can “take or leave” popcorn, but I personally believe it’s an essential part of the fun of the movies. She does too. She also thinks dessert is fun, so we went to a little restaurant after the movie and shared two desserts- a piece of chocolate cake and an apple pie/cake thing. We didn’t want to buy drinks at the movies so we asked for tap water. The worker said they don’t have tap water behind the counter, but he could give us cups and we can get tap water in the bathroom. So, holding the popcorn, we took our paper Coke cups up to the restroom and filled them up in the sink. I felt really ghetto, but the tap water is seriously great here and it saved us money! The whole image/thought of what we were doing was hilarious though.
Devin and I have been speaking mostly in Spanish when we see each other at school, so we thought it would be good to do so when we go out. We started off doing this, but then we had so much to talk about when we were eating dessert that we just stayed at English. It’s a lot easier to express yourself (and faster when the waiters are rushing you out since the restaurant is closing) in English. We got kicked out and walked down to Gran Villa to keep talking. As we walked through Sol we encountered tons of people going out, others going home, and prostitutes soliciting business. We would have stayed out longer, but noticed that it was 1:30 and we wanted to catch the Metro.
Devin and I have been speaking mostly in Spanish when we see each other at school, so we thought it would be good to do so when we go out. We started off doing this, but then we had so much to talk about when we were eating dessert that we just stayed at English. It’s a lot easier to express yourself (and faster when the waiters are rushing you out since the restaurant is closing) in English. We got kicked out and walked down to Gran Villa to keep talking. As we walked through Sol we encountered tons of people going out, others going home, and prostitutes soliciting business. We would have stayed out longer, but noticed that it was 1:30 and we wanted to catch the Metro.
On Sunday, Oct 18th, although I had two midterms the next day to study for, I went to the Prado with Lexi and Rachel.
Before we left, I was chatting online with my friend, Moses, and when we were signing off, he bid me farewell by saying: “have the best day of your life!” That really struck me. If you think about it, if you aim to have "the best day of your life" every day, then even just an ordinary day can turn into something uplifting and memorable, and each day will be better than the one before.
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