İHola a todos! ¿Que pasa? (literal translation of the American phrase ‘What’s up?’ and one of my favorites here J lol) I decided it was about time I updated my Blog spot with more updates on la vida en Andalucía, so I sacrificed taking a siesta and opened up a word document ;p
I have lots of bits and bobs to tell you and they come under four main headings; 1. a trip to the discotheque in Valverde ;p. 2. Updates on school/teaching. 3. A beautiful weekend break in Seville with my family (minus José ) and 4. a very spontaneous trip to Madrid this past weekend.
So, discotheque…let me back-track to that morning….if you remember the Italian boys I mentioned in my last blog; well, they dec
ided a trip to the beach in Punta Umbria would be fun. (This is the beach town I spent 6 wks au-pairing in this summer). So Kate and I took the bus down to the beach and chilled out in good & entertaining company for the day- bliss! It amazes me how the sun is still shining & the ocean is still inviting despite being the end of October! I took a book down to the beach with me, and was determined to read it. It’s called God Stories and I bought a copy for Ryan as part of his 23rd birthday present. I thought it would be cool to read something together & he’s been asking me lately how much I’ve read, and when I would be ready to discuss it with him. So that morning whilst packing my beach bag with sunscreen, towel, bikini, Ipod… I took the book & said to myself: ‘Right Corrie. You are going to read the first 3 chapters today.’ (very achievable right?) I was SO determined. And had it been me in the UK, I would have probably read 5 chapters! But I totally did a Heidi that day! Hehe! I.e; I went down to the beach determined to crack open the book (not a dense poetic book like Heidi’s ‘King Lear’ in Tenerife, I salute anyone who can read that whilst on an exotic beach! This was a very light-reading style book) Instead I woke up a few hours later having taken a very long siesta & found that the bookmark was still in the ‘Prologue’. Hmpf. Well, this is the Corrie of Spain…and Tony laughed and said to me ‘mañana!’ Yep, tomorrow perhaps. Ah, I just remembered one funny story: So we were all dozing/relaxing on the beach when Tony suddenly reached for a cigarette and proclaimed: ‘Cuando siento bien, yo fumo mucho, cuando siento mal, fumo igual!!!’ ah, it cracked us up so much!!! Literal translation is: ‘When I feel good, I smoke a lot. When I feel down, I smoke the same amount.’ I guess it sounded funnier when he said it in Spanish because it rhymed (mal/igual), and I guess we were expecting him to say he smoked less or more when he felt down, but anyway, it cracked me up and went in the quote book!
Anyway, so that was a long paragraph about not a lot.... so we ended up missing our bus back to Valverde…again! Our bus to Punta Umbria should have got us to our connection 10 minutes early, but it decided to pass by all the villages and so we ended up missing our connection by 5 minutes and had to wait 2 hours until the next bus! Ooh the transport!
So, we eventually got back to Valverde and I think maybe the Italians had been unclear about the town, because Miguel walked out onto our patio, took in the view of the countryside and said “Bueno. Entonces, ¿dónde está la playa?”…oh dear. We felt bad explaining that, actually, Valverde is a countryside town & that there is no beach! Although Kate and I were tempted to tell him to ‘take a left and just keep walking…you can practically smell the sea air’ hehe, but that would have been mean ;p But they enjoyed their time regardless. Kate, Erica and I took them to the one and only nightclub in the town. The legendary ‘Blue’! It was an interesting night lets say. The Spanish see nightclubs as places to talk. And the Spanish love to talk! We girls were desperate to have a dance, but the Spanish all stand outside the nightclub with their plastic bags from the local supermarkets, full to the brim with cheap alcohol…and other stuff …ahem* It was also amusing seeing many students shouting ‘Maestra maestra! Hola profesora de ingles!’ Oh Blue…!
Two weekends ago, I was treated to a weekend break in Seville with my parents and Hannah. Unfortunately Joe, (who I now refer to as José) couldn’t take the time off uni, but it was amazing to see them & show them around a bit. Seville is just beautiful. I absolutely love the city. It’s just full of character, horses and carts, artists, street performers, helados, incredible cuisine, flamenco dancing, bull fighting, Moorish architecture…the list goes on! Dad treated us to a very luxurious hotel with spa, beautiful pool and a central location. We took a day trip to the ruins of a Roman town and gladiator stadium called Itálica. (Photos on facebook album ‘Vale, venga, vamos!’) To be honest, it was
hardly ruins. It was almost like being at the coliseum in Rome! A lot of the original construction still stands. So that was great to see, and we had a giggle by the conman in the parking lot: As we parked up off street, a scruffy man with what appeared to be a policeman’s hat and florescent jacket walked up to us and told me we had to pay to park there. So I asked where the ticket machine was, and he said HE was the ticket machine. So I asked how much it was. He said ‘Como tu quieras’!!! In other words, whatever I was willing to pay him! I was confused at this point and spoke to my Dad in English, translating what I had been told. My Dad laughed and said “Give him 2 Euros, this is one of those ‘Would you like me to look after your car, sir?’ moments. If you don’t pay them, you may return to find your car is scratched or is missing a wheel!’ Apparently my Dad’s accustomed to this-one word: Liverpool ;p So we paid him, he seemed happy, and we carried on with our day. Oh..and we didn’t get a ticket to prove paym
ent- apparently his plan wasn’t that advanced haha.
On the final night, Hannah and I got into our PJ’s & I washed my face, took off my make-up, got into bed and checked my facebook. Immediately a Spanish friend from Seville ‘facebook chatted’ me, saying it was his birthday and he wanted me to come to his party tonight, starting now. Coincidentally he lives opposite our hotel!!! I was so tempted to just sleep, but I thought ‘Corrie, you’re here once as an Erasmus, make the most of these opportunities’-if anything, it will be good language practice. So I got out of bed, threw my clothes back on, slapped the make
-up back on, tried to make myself ‘guapa’ and nipped across the road to find a house packed with Erasmus students from all over the world! It was a great night & of course great Spanish practice! When I was there, I just got stuck in and made the effort to meet new people. I guess this experience has built up my confidence a lot; not only in speaking Spanish, but in feeling comfortable about talking to new people from different countries, customs and backgrounds etc. It’s such a great and crazy experience. There must have been about 10 different nationalities in that room that night, and we were all communicating in Spanish. So cool!
Quick update on school: I’m now settled into more of a routine and I’m enjoying the laid-back and friendly atmosphere of the school. I’ve got to the point now where I’ve learnt a lot of names which makes me feel at home, and I’m enjoying the benefits of free trips to the theatre hehe- even if it was a ‘waiting for Godo-esque’ play ;p
I have even more private lessons now- most with children, but now I have a conversation class with an adult too. This class is great because it doesn’t require preparation- I just get paid for going out for a drink with someone and teaching them some English! Hard life hey?! ;p I actually now have classes at a primary school with kids (aged 5-11) which is stressful but rewarding too. The kids are so sweet (well, there’s this one boy called Jesus who is naughty- I told him he has to change and live up to his name- but I don’t think he understood lol). Another group, which I think might be my new favorites, is a group of six 17 year olds who are really enthusiastic about learning English, and I’m now friends with them on tuenti! (the Spanish facebook!) It’s fun chatting with them and playing Coldplay songs and making them pronounce the words properly! For some reason Spanish people ALL pronounce words that begin with ‘s’ as ‘es’, like scary would be ‘escary’, and spider ‘espider’, it’s very amusing. But I’m sure I constantly pronounce things wrong in Spanish so no pasa nada hey? ;p
I took Hannah to a tutoring group when she was over. It was one of my better groups; just two girls aged 7, (actually identical twins!) and we taught them farm animals with flashcards, played a few games and sang ‘Old Macdonald had a farm!!’ They loved it, and they loved Hannah too- although for a while they thought she was Hannah Montana, but I explained that there’s more than one person called Hannah in the world! It was so amusing holding up a flashcard with a name of a farm animal and hearing them make the relevant noise- especially when you hold up the word ‘pig’ and they start clucking like chickens hehe. Bless!
I love how Valverde is so loco! (Crazy!) People say that it’s a very unique town with crazy people, but in a good way! For example, Wednesday nights I always head to a bar with some of the younger teachers. Last week, this guy starts singing to Kate and I Flamenco style: ‘No quiero más mentiras. Solo tú, la verdad!’ (I don’t want any more liars, only you, it’s the truth). It was funny. Then we met this guy who told us he had a friend in Madrid who would show us the sights if we wanted. Everyone just goes out of their way to help you here. I guess in such a small town, people have more time on their hands to do so?
So finally I come to the third and final big update: MADRID! By pure lu
ck I was talking to a geography teacher at my school and she mentioned that she and her husband were heading to Munich for the long weekend and that they were driving up to Madrid to catch a flight! How lucky was that! So she had enough room in the car for Kate, Erica and I! Amazing! We took her up on the offer and paid her a quarter of what it would have cost by bus! Sweet!!!
On arrival in Madrid, Erica exclaimed “I have a good feeling about his place’ and a second later a huge cockroach scuttled towards us in the metro station, causing Kate and I to scream and start running in the opposite direction. It reminded me of 1st year German; studying Kafka’s metamorphosis; for a second a part of me was like ‘don’t kill it. It might be a person!?!’ I’m losing my marbles. Madrid is a nice city but I think having visited Seville the week before I had to force myself not to compare them. I loved Seville with its Moorish architecture, quaintness and Mediterranean atmosphere an
d so the cosmopolitan city and the ‘hustle and bustle’ of Madrid came as a shock to me. Even taking the metro took a bit of getting used to- learning that when the doors shut, they shut. So if you get stuck in between you have to force yourself inside or risk getting killed lol.
On arrival, we exited the tube at a station called ‘Sevilla’ and came out onto one of the most impressive streets in Madrid. The huge grand, white buildings were a stark contrast to Seville’s andalucian Moorish fashion. I was really impressed with the statues and fountains plotted around the city.
Our youth hostel was literally the haunted house and we had a tower of terror as the lift- imagine one of those old fashioned, black barred lifts. Argus Filch- well, an old creepy man, took us to our dorm and handed us the key. Lets just say the hostel was very appropriate for the Halloween weekend!
On Saturday we toured around the city by foot and I met up with Mai
ri for the day (another Erasmus student from St Andrews). It was wonderful to see her, catch up and exchange experiences of Spain- which were unsurprisingly different considering she’s living in the capital whereas I’m in the laid-back loco region of Andalucia. However, some things were similar; opening hours of banks (9am-2pm Mon-Fri) causes her just as much bother as it does me! The day consisted of visiting an Egyptian Temple, the palace, la Reina Sofia art gallery (which features Guernica, a painting by Picasso that I studied last year) We stayed in the tourist areas and had a relaxing lunch outside Plaza Mayor; the perfect spot for people watching and enjoying the street performers. Churros and chocolate were a treat that morning for breakfast too- healthy…not ;p In the evening we tried to dress up a little for Halloween, although Erica was the only
one in a ‘halloween-esque’ outfit really! I wore a Flamenco dress that was black and yellow- best I could do! We hit up an Irish bar and met some other Erasmus students there. It was great being sat at a table with a guy from Kent, a N.Irishman, a Scottish gal, me and Kate. It felt like I was back in St Andys! Kate loved the N.Irish accent and found the guy from Kent hilarious-English sarcasm was a different kind of humor for her, but she loved it. We even got a free pumpkin hat, which attracted attention when Kate and I were walking back to the Hostel, as guys shouted ‘Calabazas…adonde vais?’ (Pumpkins, where are you going!!?) lol
Having got to bed at 5am, Kate and I decided to skip the Prado art gallery the next morning and have a long sleep until midday- then we took a trip to Toledo! It was the best
plan- I’d always heard that Toledo was beautiful, and it definitely lived up to my expectations. We took a guided bus tour and spent a few hours just walking around the cities narrow and winding cobbled streets, popping into souvenir shops and buying mazapan (marzipan), which later made us sick because we ate too much! Typical tourists hehe. Being there made me feel like I was in the Land of the Elves in Lord of the Rings- with the beautiful river, hills, cliffs and plantation. Check out my photos on facebook (Halloween in Madrid and Toledo)
The final night Erica was sick with a cold, so Kate and I went out for a burger and in search of a 24 hour pharmacy. Lets just say we got a little lost and as we walked down a main street, Kate turned to me and said “Corrie, check out their outfits!’ A few women/men (couldn’t really distinguish!) were hanging around in rather skimpy clothes. And as we got further down the road we realized we had stumbled across the red light district! We quickly got out of there!
The final day we took a stroll in Retiro Park. It’s a nice green area in the middle of the city that has a lake with rowing boats to hire, fountains, cafes and interesting statues- a little tranquility in an extremely busy city.
Well, I think that’s all my updates for now. Sorry for the essay! Please please please keep me updated with your news. I miss hearing from you St Adrians. I hear that you’re experiencing flooding at the moment- crazy times! It’s now November 3rd and I’m sat on my terrace soaking up some sun
Blessings,
Un besito, Cor xXx
P.S: My landline in Spain for those who fancy a chat hint hint: (+34)959 550 104
I have lots of bits and bobs to tell you and they come under four main headings; 1. a trip to the discotheque in Valverde ;p. 2. Updates on school/teaching. 3. A beautiful weekend break in Seville with my family (minus José ) and 4. a very spontaneous trip to Madrid this past weekend.
So, discotheque…let me back-track to that morning….if you remember the Italian boys I mentioned in my last blog; well, they dec
ided a trip to the beach in Punta Umbria would be fun. (This is the beach town I spent 6 wks au-pairing in this summer). So Kate and I took the bus down to the beach and chilled out in good & entertaining company for the day- bliss! It amazes me how the sun is still shining & the ocean is still inviting despite being the end of October! I took a book down to the beach with me, and was determined to read it. It’s called God Stories and I bought a copy for Ryan as part of his 23rd birthday present. I thought it would be cool to read something together & he’s been asking me lately how much I’ve read, and when I would be ready to discuss it with him. So that morning whilst packing my beach bag with sunscreen, towel, bikini, Ipod… I took the book & said to myself: ‘Right Corrie. You are going to read the first 3 chapters today.’ (very achievable right?) I was SO determined. And had it been me in the UK, I would have probably read 5 chapters! But I totally did a Heidi that day! Hehe! I.e; I went down to the beach determined to crack open the book (not a dense poetic book like Heidi’s ‘King Lear’ in Tenerife, I salute anyone who can read that whilst on an exotic beach! This was a very light-reading style book) Instead I woke up a few hours later having taken a very long siesta & found that the bookmark was still in the ‘Prologue’. Hmpf. Well, this is the Corrie of Spain…and Tony laughed and said to me ‘mañana!’ Yep, tomorrow perhaps. Ah, I just remembered one funny story: So we were all dozing/relaxing on the beach when Tony suddenly reached for a cigarette and proclaimed: ‘Cuando siento bien, yo fumo mucho, cuando siento mal, fumo igual!!!’ ah, it cracked us up so much!!! Literal translation is: ‘When I feel good, I smoke a lot. When I feel down, I smoke the same amount.’ I guess it sounded funnier when he said it in Spanish because it rhymed (mal/igual), and I guess we were expecting him to say he smoked less or more when he felt down, but anyway, it cracked me up and went in the quote book!Anyway, so that was a long paragraph about not a lot.... so we ended up missing our bus back to Valverde…again! Our bus to Punta Umbria should have got us to our connection 10 minutes early, but it decided to pass by all the villages and so we ended up missing our connection by 5 minutes and had to wait 2 hours until the next bus! Ooh the transport!
So, we eventually got back to Valverde and I think maybe the Italians had been unclear about the town, because Miguel walked out onto our patio, took in the view of the countryside and said “Bueno. Entonces, ¿dónde está la playa?”…oh dear. We felt bad explaining that, actually, Valverde is a countryside town & that there is no beach! Although Kate and I were tempted to tell him to ‘take a left and just keep walking…you can practically smell the sea air’ hehe, but that would have been mean ;p But they enjoyed their time regardless. Kate, Erica and I took them to the one and only nightclub in the town. The legendary ‘Blue’! It was an interesting night lets say. The Spanish see nightclubs as places to talk. And the Spanish love to talk! We girls were desperate to have a dance, but the Spanish all stand outside the nightclub with their plastic bags from the local supermarkets, full to the brim with cheap alcohol…and other stuff …ahem* It was also amusing seeing many students shouting ‘Maestra maestra! Hola profesora de ingles!’ Oh Blue…!
Two weekends ago, I was treated to a weekend break in Seville with my parents and Hannah. Unfortunately Joe, (who I now refer to as José) couldn’t take the time off uni, but it was amazing to see them & show them around a bit. Seville is just beautiful. I absolutely love the city. It’s just full of character, horses and carts, artists, street performers, helados, incredible cuisine, flamenco dancing, bull fighting, Moorish architecture…the list goes on! Dad treated us to a very luxurious hotel with spa, beautiful pool and a central location. We took a day trip to the ruins of a Roman town and gladiator stadium called Itálica. (Photos on facebook album ‘Vale, venga, vamos!’) To be honest, it was
hardly ruins. It was almost like being at the coliseum in Rome! A lot of the original construction still stands. So that was great to see, and we had a giggle by the conman in the parking lot: As we parked up off street, a scruffy man with what appeared to be a policeman’s hat and florescent jacket walked up to us and told me we had to pay to park there. So I asked where the ticket machine was, and he said HE was the ticket machine. So I asked how much it was. He said ‘Como tu quieras’!!! In other words, whatever I was willing to pay him! I was confused at this point and spoke to my Dad in English, translating what I had been told. My Dad laughed and said “Give him 2 Euros, this is one of those ‘Would you like me to look after your car, sir?’ moments. If you don’t pay them, you may return to find your car is scratched or is missing a wheel!’ Apparently my Dad’s accustomed to this-one word: Liverpool ;p So we paid him, he seemed happy, and we carried on with our day. Oh..and we didn’t get a ticket to prove paym
ent- apparently his plan wasn’t that advanced haha.On the final night, Hannah and I got into our PJ’s & I washed my face, took off my make-up, got into bed and checked my facebook. Immediately a Spanish friend from Seville ‘facebook chatted’ me, saying it was his birthday and he wanted me to come to his party tonight, starting now. Coincidentally he lives opposite our hotel!!! I was so tempted to just sleep, but I thought ‘Corrie, you’re here once as an Erasmus, make the most of these opportunities’-if anything, it will be good language practice. So I got out of bed, threw my clothes back on, slapped the make
-up back on, tried to make myself ‘guapa’ and nipped across the road to find a house packed with Erasmus students from all over the world! It was a great night & of course great Spanish practice! When I was there, I just got stuck in and made the effort to meet new people. I guess this experience has built up my confidence a lot; not only in speaking Spanish, but in feeling comfortable about talking to new people from different countries, customs and backgrounds etc. It’s such a great and crazy experience. There must have been about 10 different nationalities in that room that night, and we were all communicating in Spanish. So cool!Quick update on school: I’m now settled into more of a routine and I’m enjoying the laid-back and friendly atmosphere of the school. I’ve got to the point now where I’ve learnt a lot of names which makes me feel at home, and I’m enjoying the benefits of free trips to the theatre hehe- even if it was a ‘waiting for Godo-esque’ play ;p
I have even more private lessons now- most with children, but now I have a conversation class with an adult too. This class is great because it doesn’t require preparation- I just get paid for going out for a drink with someone and teaching them some English! Hard life hey?! ;p I actually now have classes at a primary school with kids (aged 5-11) which is stressful but rewarding too. The kids are so sweet (well, there’s this one boy called Jesus who is naughty- I told him he has to change and live up to his name- but I don’t think he understood lol). Another group, which I think might be my new favorites, is a group of six 17 year olds who are really enthusiastic about learning English, and I’m now friends with them on tuenti! (the Spanish facebook!) It’s fun chatting with them and playing Coldplay songs and making them pronounce the words properly! For some reason Spanish people ALL pronounce words that begin with ‘s’ as ‘es’, like scary would be ‘escary’, and spider ‘espider’, it’s very amusing. But I’m sure I constantly pronounce things wrong in Spanish so no pasa nada hey? ;p
I took Hannah to a tutoring group when she was over. It was one of my better groups; just two girls aged 7, (actually identical twins!) and we taught them farm animals with flashcards, played a few games and sang ‘Old Macdonald had a farm!!’ They loved it, and they loved Hannah too- although for a while they thought she was Hannah Montana, but I explained that there’s more than one person called Hannah in the world! It was so amusing holding up a flashcard with a name of a farm animal and hearing them make the relevant noise- especially when you hold up the word ‘pig’ and they start clucking like chickens hehe. Bless!
I love how Valverde is so loco! (Crazy!) People say that it’s a very unique town with crazy people, but in a good way! For example, Wednesday nights I always head to a bar with some of the younger teachers. Last week, this guy starts singing to Kate and I Flamenco style: ‘No quiero más mentiras. Solo tú, la verdad!’ (I don’t want any more liars, only you, it’s the truth). It was funny. Then we met this guy who told us he had a friend in Madrid who would show us the sights if we wanted. Everyone just goes out of their way to help you here. I guess in such a small town, people have more time on their hands to do so?
So finally I come to the third and final big update: MADRID! By pure lu
ck I was talking to a geography teacher at my school and she mentioned that she and her husband were heading to Munich for the long weekend and that they were driving up to Madrid to catch a flight! How lucky was that! So she had enough room in the car for Kate, Erica and I! Amazing! We took her up on the offer and paid her a quarter of what it would have cost by bus! Sweet!!!On arrival in Madrid, Erica exclaimed “I have a good feeling about his place’ and a second later a huge cockroach scuttled towards us in the metro station, causing Kate and I to scream and start running in the opposite direction. It reminded me of 1st year German; studying Kafka’s metamorphosis; for a second a part of me was like ‘don’t kill it. It might be a person!?!’ I’m losing my marbles. Madrid is a nice city but I think having visited Seville the week before I had to force myself not to compare them. I loved Seville with its Moorish architecture, quaintness and Mediterranean atmosphere an
d so the cosmopolitan city and the ‘hustle and bustle’ of Madrid came as a shock to me. Even taking the metro took a bit of getting used to- learning that when the doors shut, they shut. So if you get stuck in between you have to force yourself inside or risk getting killed lol.On arrival, we exited the tube at a station called ‘Sevilla’ and came out onto one of the most impressive streets in Madrid. The huge grand, white buildings were a stark contrast to Seville’s andalucian Moorish fashion. I was really impressed with the statues and fountains plotted around the city.
Our youth hostel was literally the haunted house and we had a tower of terror as the lift- imagine one of those old fashioned, black barred lifts. Argus Filch- well, an old creepy man, took us to our dorm and handed us the key. Lets just say the hostel was very appropriate for the Halloween weekend!
On Saturday we toured around the city by foot and I met up with Mai
ri for the day (another Erasmus student from St Andrews). It was wonderful to see her, catch up and exchange experiences of Spain- which were unsurprisingly different considering she’s living in the capital whereas I’m in the laid-back loco region of Andalucia. However, some things were similar; opening hours of banks (9am-2pm Mon-Fri) causes her just as much bother as it does me! The day consisted of visiting an Egyptian Temple, the palace, la Reina Sofia art gallery (which features Guernica, a painting by Picasso that I studied last year) We stayed in the tourist areas and had a relaxing lunch outside Plaza Mayor; the perfect spot for people watching and enjoying the street performers. Churros and chocolate were a treat that morning for breakfast too- healthy…not ;p In the evening we tried to dress up a little for Halloween, although Erica was the only
one in a ‘halloween-esque’ outfit really! I wore a Flamenco dress that was black and yellow- best I could do! We hit up an Irish bar and met some other Erasmus students there. It was great being sat at a table with a guy from Kent, a N.Irishman, a Scottish gal, me and Kate. It felt like I was back in St Andys! Kate loved the N.Irish accent and found the guy from Kent hilarious-English sarcasm was a different kind of humor for her, but she loved it. We even got a free pumpkin hat, which attracted attention when Kate and I were walking back to the Hostel, as guys shouted ‘Calabazas…adonde vais?’ (Pumpkins, where are you going!!?) lolHaving got to bed at 5am, Kate and I decided to skip the Prado art gallery the next morning and have a long sleep until midday- then we took a trip to Toledo! It was the best
plan- I’d always heard that Toledo was beautiful, and it definitely lived up to my expectations. We took a guided bus tour and spent a few hours just walking around the cities narrow and winding cobbled streets, popping into souvenir shops and buying mazapan (marzipan), which later made us sick because we ate too much! Typical tourists hehe. Being there made me feel like I was in the Land of the Elves in Lord of the Rings- with the beautiful river, hills, cliffs and plantation. Check out my photos on facebook (Halloween in Madrid and Toledo)The final night Erica was sick with a cold, so Kate and I went out for a burger and in search of a 24 hour pharmacy. Lets just say we got a little lost and as we walked down a main street, Kate turned to me and said “Corrie, check out their outfits!’ A few women/men (couldn’t really distinguish!) were hanging around in rather skimpy clothes. And as we got further down the road we realized we had stumbled across the red light district! We quickly got out of there!
The final day we took a stroll in Retiro Park. It’s a nice green area in the middle of the city that has a lake with rowing boats to hire, fountains, cafes and interesting statues- a little tranquility in an extremely busy city.
Well, I think that’s all my updates for now. Sorry for the essay! Please please please keep me updated with your news. I miss hearing from you St Adrians. I hear that you’re experiencing flooding at the moment- crazy times! It’s now November 3rd and I’m sat on my terrace soaking up some sun
Blessings,
Un besito, Cor xXx
P.S: My landline in Spain for those who fancy a chat hint hint: (+34)959 550 104
