The heatwave continues, as does my moaning about it. All we do in the flat is complain about how hot it is. I sleep with my balcony doors open and I have a fan beside the bed, but all it does it blow hot air in my face so I'm not sure why I bother. As I write this today, it is currently spitting with rain, and I could not be happier about it!
I had my last lesson with Alberto last week since he will be spending the summer at his house in Marbella. I'm sure he probably has a yacht too. For our final date, he picked me up in his Mercedes and took me for a lovely three course lunch and then we went on a private tour of El Pardo (which is the secondary royal residence). He insisted on paying for everything the whole day. He then took me to a private pool which he has access to and gave me the key, telling me I could use it whenever I wanted during my stay in Madrid. All my English teacher friends here are ridiculously jealous that I found such an amazing student and are already trying to poach him for when I go back to Edinburgh! He sent me a very sweet message after our meeting thanking me for all my help and that he wished he was 20 years younger. I resisted the urged to write back and say that even then he would still be too old for me!
I've become really close with Michelle, the American, and we've been hanging out a lot which is nice. Unfortunately she'll be leaving at the end of the month for a summer camp, so i'm hoping the new people that move into the flat are equally as nice. Rather annoyingly, a young French guy called Artur is now living in the room beside me, and his friend is living with him for two weeks which none of us are too happy about. Today I came home to find one of the ignorant bastards had taken my water from the fridge. They also left the fridge open the other night so a lot of the food spoiled. To make matters worse, ANOTHER French guy came to view Catarina's room, as she's moving out at the end of June. If this French invasion continues, I may have to find myself another place to live!
This past weekend was very much a party one. On Thursday night a few of us went out to some bars and clubs. The Spanish guys here continue to be inappropriate and annoying, so I've started saying I have a boyfriend back home. That doesn't seem to deter them. On Friday I went to a house party (a friend of a friend of Michelle's). It was fun, but the crowd was a bit younger than I'd have liked so I left around 3am, shortly after the police came to complain about the noise.
On Saturday I had a date with an extremely handsome and charming guy called Enrique. He doesn't speak much English, and doesn't intend to learn, so at least it's good for me in terms of practicing my Spanish. He was a proper gentleman, in that he didn't grope or paw at me all night and ask me for kisses. The unfortunate thing is that he lives in Barcelona. I knew I should have moved there instead of Madrid! His family lives in Madrid and so he was just visiting for the weekend. He's back again in two weeks and we spoke about meeting again. So we will see what happens. But at this stage, I already want his Spanish babies.
On Monday I had my third date with the American. I still like him, but after my date with Enrique, I'm less keen. But, he lives in Madrid, and he's a good drinking buddy. Its funny how I struggle to get dates back home but literally have had offers every night of the week here. Scottish men clearly have no taste. I wonder if my mum would be happy to lose me to Spain if it meant me finally acquiring a boyfriend...?
I've also got a couple of new students this week (a lovely women called Sonia and her partner Miguel). I'll be giving them two hours classes twice per week so that's bumped up my earnings a bit. I'm now looking into doing some transcribing work on the side, which I think would be fairly easy money, as I am already becoming bored of this teaching malarky! It's getting in the way of my fun.
Today I went to Avila, which is a couple of hours on the train from Madrid. Its an old town known for its medieval city walls. I only spent about 4 hours there as it was really small, and I didn't like it as much as I did Segovia and Toledo. I did however have a very nice lunch there. Avila is famous for its meat so I had a beautifully cooked steak (which I came very close to regurgitating at spin tonight).
Anyway, time to head to the language exchange and see what weird and wonderful people show up this evening...
No comments:
Post a Comment