“Can you help me go to the bank?’’
I moved to Spain. Yep, I’m here.
In a cool apartment in Madrid living with a 60-year-old woman who’s actually pretty cool. Cool in the sense of “she doesn’t care if I shower at 1 am and make a little noise when I get home at 5 am drunk on a Saturday morning”.
I live in a hip neighborhood too, Lavapies they call it. There’s a bunch of neat shops and awesome little restaurants and cheap supermarkets! This part of Madrid is very enjoyable.
However, no one speaks English.
And when I say no one…I mean, no one.
Which, as you can imagine, makes everything a zillions times harder.
Can’t go to the bank
Can’t add minutes to my phone
Can’t order food at Burger King
Can’t ask for directions (thank God of Google Maps!)
Can’t go to the doctors
Can’t ask for help
Can’t do anything!!!!
Yep, I live in Madrid now.
I watch a lot of Netflix. What I noticed is that a lot of the shows here in Spain are different from what I’m used to in Canada. Different in the sense that I now pay to watch the shows I used to watch in Canada.
It’s funny how the cliche sentence “ you never know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone” is 100% true.
For example, when I lived in Canada I hated the snow, I hated the cold. I hated people in Montreal, I thought they were rude but my god were those people ever nice compared to those here.
At least back home, they hold the door for you, they move on the sidewalk to give you space to walk too, they say “thank you”. I guess I always took that for granted as everyone around me has always acted as such…It’s a little difficult to swallow when someone doesn’t thank me for something or doesn’t move on the sidewalk, forcing you onto the street with oncoming traffic. They tell me it’ll take some getting used too…Well, my momma raised me right and I won’t get used to being rude and ignorant of others in surroundings.
Anyways, let’s get past the negativity for a while. I went to an Italian restaurant a few weekends ago, let’s just say that the cheese I ate, was the best thing to touch my lips. “Burrata” they call it. Wow.
There’s also this flea market on Sundays called “El Rastro’’ which is very enjoyable if you like being surrounded by 10,000 people. The vendors on the sidewalks sell anything from leather bags to cheap jewelry and antiques. If I was a millionaire, I would buy all those leather bags!
And lastly, the abundance of bars and clubs makes every weekend a free-for-all and very exciting. You could visit every bar once and I think within a year you’d still have more to see. Just one my way home from work I must pass at least 20. Astounding when you think about it. Spaniards really enjoy their free time and going out, as rude and as ignorant as they may seem, they are very social beings amongst themselves, you just…have to figure out how to get into their circle.
Speaking Spanish is the key.