There was something I wanted to note today, but I have forgotten what it was
This is the kingdom of procrastinators.
Patience is a virtue I was not born with, but I am quickly learning to acquire it!
Time management, what’s that?
The Spaniards really don’t feel especially bound by written schedules.
The Spanish store and bank hours drive me crazy!
People aren’t afraid of doing nothing here.
I’m breathtaken by the peacefulness of all the people here and by their very relaxed way of life.
The kids here are so cute!
What’s up with there being a million stork nests and no storks around here?
I still can´t get over the total lack of grass.
The commercials here show a little bit more than what’s needed. And late night TV is . . . interesting.
I thought these people were supposed to be conservative. I just saw a nipple on TV!
I heard male flamenco dancers are in high demand so I think I know what my second calling is if the first one does not work out.
Americans usually obey laws, and Spaniards do their best to disregard them.
It’s okay to pick your nose in Spain as long as you don’t eat it.
Espanoles don’t work their smiling muscles too much.
The most out-going Spaniards aren’t from Spain.
Street signs aren’t so visible.
PDA—can’t miss it.
The moneda is heavy and weighs down my pockets.
Spanish billetes look like play money.
Itty-Bitty Bathtubs.
I think the sky here is much bluer than it is at home.
I love the siesta time—just the thing in general—here. I’m going to get used to this stuff and it’s going to be hard to go home.
I have decided to stop taking evil siestas.
Sitting is a luxury and costs more.
I thought about how I’d like to be duck.
I did laundry today. It was a very spiritual experience, very cleansing.
What! Washing by hand!?!
I despise doing laundry.
Watch out for pickpockets, because they are certainly watching out for you.
They really aren’t photocopy happy here.
Mobile phones and bottled water are probably more popular here, if that’s possible.
The power of e-mail is profound.
We found a “ciber caf? while we were wandering around—it was so nice to see a connection to the internet!
It’s so communistic; long lines, no computers—EVERYDAY!
Today I spent an hour trying to access Hotmail at the University.
I think that’s what has been one of the most frustrating things so far. No phone, no internet.
Coin operated computers.
Gran Via was like a walk through the gutter of Madrid.
. . . .a Branson from Hell . . .I wouldn’t touch Gran Via with a ten-foot pole.
In Gran Via it looks like Times Square, with a lot more kinky sex shops.
The Gran Via . . .is much more down to earth in a psychotic sort of way.
Gran Via was crammed full of people all out for the night with every store imaginable—shameful or not!