Sunday, September 28, 2008

So...


I bought some tea today. I think this picture speaks for itself.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Escapando la Tiranía



I saw Picasso’s Guernica at the Centro de Arte Lorena Sophía last weekend! It’s huge (probably about twenty feet tall).

Also, I found a new apartment!!! It’s cheap and in a great location. I can’t wait to move in. It’s a good thing, too, because the señora is kicking me out three days before the end of the month – even though I already paid her 400 euros for the whole month.

I have no legal recourse, so I might be staying at a hostel for a few days, until I can move in on September 28th or 29th. But if I’m lucky, one of my friends will let me crash at her place for a day or two. A hostel may be expensive and inconvenient, but at least I won’t have to obey the following rules on a daily basis:

1) Do not shower for more than five minutes.

2) After showering, use a mop to wipe the bathroom floor; the same one Alfonsa uses to clean the floor when the dog pees on it, since she doesn’t take him out.

3) Do not use a blow dryer for more than five minutes.

4) Do not use the light in your bedroom for more than two hours every night.

I look forward to having my freedom once again. My new apartment will also have THE INTERNET, so no more internet cafés for me!

Friday, September 19, 2008

Mmmmm...

Ham-flavored chips anyone?

Subway Soundtrack of Madrid

I’m still apartment hunting. I’ve also been working at a school here, teaching English for my Master’s program. I just started this week. Right now I’m helping out the other teachers, but eventually I’ll teach my own lessons.

My commute to the school is always sort of fun, because of the random music playing in the subway. I once heard a guy singing “Karma Chameleon.” Another time I heard someone playing “When You Wish Upon a Star” on the accordion. Then today, there was “Yesterday” by the Beatles.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

It seems so obvious now.

A few days ago, I had an epiphany. I figured out one reason why the señora is the way she is: she’s an alcoholic. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. She's moody, inconsistent, and forgetful. She has a bad temper, and I’ve never seen her eat anything... ever. Also, there are always beers in the fridge and beer cans in the trash. She went out last night, and came home at two. Then I heard her crack open another can of beer.

I have nothing against drinking. To each his own. I’ve known plenty of alcoholics, and I don’t hold it against them. But most of them are still nice people. That is, they don´t take it out on others, affecting their lives in a negative way. Alfonsa must be really far gone, though I think she means well. But it does sort of help me understand the enigma that I am living with right now.

This morning, Alfonsa was mean to me again. So I avoided her all day. I spent hours searching apartment listings online and visited an apartment. When I finally came home at about 9 pm, she was really nice to me, and gave me some dinner. She’s like Jekyl and Hyde.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Wanted: New Roommate

I’ve been in Spain for a little over a week. I’ve got a cell phone and a metro card!

I’ve also got a place to live. It’s in Salamanca, the posh part of Madrid, and very close to the metro. But I’m planning on moving out on October first, as soon as I possibly can. I was going to stay longer, but the señora who I’m staying with is driving me nuts. When I first arrived, she was nice. Now she yells at me every day and insults me. It’s a very hostile environment for me to be living in. I can’t wait to move out. The thought of picking out my own food, having an internet connection, and not getting screamed at or bossed around is exciting, though these are things I would have taken for granted before!

When I called Señora Alfonsa from the US before coming here, she told me she had an internet connection. It turns out that she does pay for WiFi every month, but her router isn’t plugged in. I can’t hook it up because it’s missing the power cord. I showed her the picture of the power cord in the manual, and she started screaming at me in Spanish that she doesn’t understand technology. I tried a few more times, politely, but there was no getting through to her. So it was off to the internet café every day. (I have to get the timing just right, since they are closed on holidays, on random days, in the middle of the day, and late at night.)

There are three teenage girls from Italy staying with us in the other room right now. “¿Por qué necesitas el internet?” the señora said. “Las chicas italianas no lo necesitan!” (Why do you need the internet? The girls from Italy don’t!) I’ve had to explain several times that they are on vacation for a few days, but I will be living in Spain for ten months. I’ll be living here, working, and taking a class, so of course I need it.

I am always polite to the señora and I never raise my voice. I try to eat everything she cooks for me, even though I was practically a vegetarian when I was living in the US. Yesterday though, I was starting to feel sick from eating so much meat. So I left some chicken on my plate and told her I wasn’t very hungry. She yelled at me that in Spain, it’s a tradition to eat everything on your plate, or you don’t get any more food… ever. Then she sat down right next to me, only so she could smoke a cigarette in my face and insult me while I ate.

The señora is always home and watches TV all day at unprecedented volumes. She even leaves it on while she sleeps! I sleep with earplugs in every night. She won’t let me use my international phone card to call anyone from her phone. I explained that it only would charge my card, so it would be free for her. I offered to pay money if it wasn’t. The director of my internship even called her and explained to her in fluent Spanish that it’s free. But the señora only hollered at her that it was very expensive and that it wasn’t possible to make international calls from her phone. Then she slammed the phone down. Now when she leaved the house, she usually brings the phone cord with her.

She is often yelling at me and asking me questions about what I’m doing and where I’ve been. Sometimes I even hear her screaming from across the hall and I shudder, only to realize that she’s yelling at the dog.