I'm finally back in the blogosphere!
Yes, it has been almost two months, but this is mainly due to the fact that my poor little netbook decided that enough was enough, and that spewing endless pop-ups at me was a much better idea than simply complying to my minimal needs, and I've only just received a brand-spanking new shiny beautiful lovely laptop (if you hadn't gathered, I'm rather enamoured with it at the moment, the honeymoon phase admittedly) and so I can finally lead a normal existence again. I can't blame my detachment from the blogging world solely on my netbook kicking the cyber bucket, though.
During this ridiculously long hiatus, I have: left my fairly soul-destroying - but actually at times enjoyable - job at a bar in my hometown of Shrewsbury; I have upped sticks and moved myself to Madrid; bagged two jobs as a teaching assistant in a bilingual primary school and a private English teacher with an academy; got myself a sweet ass flat just out of the city centre; met some lovely people from allllllll over; been inordinately sweaty for the vast majority of the time, yet had goosebumps in 20 degree heat; fallen over quite dramatically twice in the Metro due to attempting to run upstairs in Birkenstocks (not recommended if you would like to keep your toenails); realized that upon stepping off an escalator in the Metro I'm filled with fear, and usually have to jump off the last step to avoid the inevitability of getting sucked into the mechanism and dying a most horrifically painful death (or not); spent a great deal of time on public transport, namely the Metro, as you may have gathered, or the Cercanías which is a train service that only runs in and around las afueras of Madrid and often fills me with joy to find that I will be boarding a double-decker train (which is quite frankly the only way to travel), and I have mainly made multiple boo-boos in my habitual attempts at Spanish, although patience is a virtue, I have been reminded, so until my Spanish is up to scratch, I can just practise as much as possible and try not to make many faux-pas. (Example: as much as the Spanish word "embarazada" looks and sounds like the English word "embarrassed", it actually means "pregnant"; something I won't forget in a hurry.)
As well as all of this, I have of course been sampling the excellent array of high street stores lining Gran Vía and beyond, which I will share in my next fashion post.
Needless to say, I'm loving it out here and although I occasionally miss my family, friends and home comforts, it's a wonderful way of life, and I'm certainly not ready to join the British workforce because, to be perfectly honest, Spanish sunshine tends to trump British rain.
If anyone out there wants to know anything about Madrid or has just moved here too, hit me up! In the meanwhile, I've got some rays to catch so hasta luego!
eleanorrosemary x
