I returned to France today from a five-day mini vacation to Madrid which almost never happened due to a series of unfortunate circumstances on the day of my departure. Murphy's Law has never been so real, but I made finally made it to Spain!
It was so good to see familiar faces again since I've been feeling homesick lately. It was also a huge relief to finally be able to speak a language I'm completely comfortable with: Spanish. Though I must say, many times I questioned if I knew ANY Spanish at all, like when staring blankly at a cafeteria menu with items like patatas fritas (papitas fritas/french fries...or wait, did that mean potato chips???), zumo (jugo/juice), gambas (camarones/shrimp), and many others which I do not recall.
I discovered Madrid with the aid of Desiree who hosted me in her fabolous, centrally-located apartment that is reminiscent of the film Les Auberges Espagnoles, as there are NINE girls living there from five different countries. We also went with Fernando to the Sierra and saw the mountainside and an adorable city called Segovia, which was totally what I pictured Spain to be like. I spent like half my paycheck at Zara, or should I say, THARA, and I'm now suffering from Thara withdrawal...Must.....shop.....more......
And this made my trip. The whole time I was there, I tried to imitate the way the Spanish speak by overdoing the "thetas" (or how they pronounce the z's) and Desiree said I was overdoing it. I beg to differ. Because on the plane on the way back, I sat next to two guys from Cordoba who spoke like they just burnt their tongue, using the "theta" for ALL z's, c's AND s's! YES! I knew I wasn't exaggerating that ridiculous accent.
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