I said 'we've only known each other one year', you say 'pfft, I've known you longer my dear'

How depressing. I am in living in Spain and have less to report than when I was living in Melbourne. My days here are pretty mundane at the moment; get up, try and fit showering into my flat mate’s bathroom schedule, go to my course, get home and make pasta for dinner and next day’s lunch, work on coursework until midnight, sleep. Repeat. Oh wait, sometimes I go to the cheap supermarket, Día, in the evenings. Today some old dude tried to talk to me outside my class, he asked me where I am from, exhausted all my Spanish conversational abilities, told me he couldn’t speak any English, and then stood there staring at me expectantly. Oh! And the whole double-cheek kiss thing is a conspiracy, no doubt invented by dirty old men who will ‘accidentally’ try and get you on the lips, and then laugh heartily when you recoil in horror. Lesson learnt.

Okay well, I really don’t have anything meaningful or insightful to say, so I shall go back to my homework…or back to balancing King Arthur(laptop) on the window ledge in a usually fruitless attempt to steal wifi.
Oh and my latest Spanish word is Mierda. Mierda. Mierda. Mierda.


Photo: Anna Rosa Krau