Flexibility

I want to start this blog entry by showing you a series of pictures.




This is our kitchen. On drugs. Or on French. If anyone can message back with a picture of a kitchen messier than this... well I would be surprised. My favorite picture is the one of the mysterious spots on the floor, that appeared nearly hours after I mopped. But it's a close call with the picture of the Chips Ahoy cookie left on the floor of the living room. Just saving it for later I guess.

Something about living abroad that teaches a person to be flexible but I think I've learned more to be agile. Agile enough to dodge bugs in my kitchen, to avoid a punch in the face from a certain crazy ex-landlord, to sprint to catch buses, or a plane, and to jump off bunk beds in hostels where the ladders are broken, or non-existent. Part of every adventure I suppose.

Just like part of this adventure has been learning to live cheap. I mean cheap...like walking into convenient stores and making cracker and nutella sandwiches instead of paying for lunch "cheap." I never thought the day would come when I would be excited to go to Manhattan for the lower prices. But I am!

I finished the 3 finals and 3 papers for my American style classes and have but one to go - a Complutense Spanish literature final, and a paper for that same class that is due on June 17th. So a lil travel in between... a little study, enough to pass , which is harder than you would think here, and I'll be done.

Song of the day ... here we go. It's this little Irish cutie , Fionn Regan who I discovered from Damien Rice's webpage. I like his song: Blackwater Child. Check it out here:

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Oh and here's a quick shot of my friend Ali and our two lovers (or the fun bartenders at our favorite tapas spot in Arguelles!)

Pues nada, hasta manyana o cuando de nuevo tengo ganas de escribir!
Besos!