Well it’s Midnight on Friday in Madrid and I am too tired to leave my apartment. I know, living the crazy life. This past week has been filled with potluck dinners, traveling, work, a play, and a few inter-cambios. After all of this I have caught my first cold and am laying low tonight to recoup before my three-day weekend. To say your nose is stuffed up you would say 'Estoy constipado'. I thought a student was telling me he was constipated earlier this week; Estoy constipada.
Last weekend was my first holiday (weekend) in Spain. Instead of my usual three-day weekend I had 4 days off of work to enjoy Madrid and do a little traveling with some friends I have met throughout the past month. Friday night, following a week of work, I came home and embraced my first (of many I am sure) siesta.
After I recharged my batería I headed over to my coworker’s apartment for a potluck dinner. There I met her awesome roommates who are here from Italy, a few other Auxiliaries, and her friends from Brazil, France, and everywhere in between. The common language was Spanish and it was a great atmosphere to practice my conversational skills and meet some wonderful people. Around midnight, I attempted to meet up with a few other friends for a drink but fell short and went home to sleep – I haven’t been able to hack the smoke filled bars and regular outings that begin about 2 a.m. (ugh, and I feel super lame actually admitting this). NYC shouldn't be the only city referred to as "The City that Never Sleeps."
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