Once again in an internet cafe in the middle of the night. First news - D and I have broken up for good.

And so to Madrid, the city that just gets weirder by the second. This week we have made another selection of crazy friends. All of which are men but they are highly entertaining. The girls still don’t wanna speak to us. sigh. This week we went to our usual Tuesday night hang out ´La Notte´ and I was more than alarmed to see some guy from halls there - that little guy Robin who used to hang out in Bonny’s room all the time from floor 7. I never really quite worked out why he was there - this was due to the fact that we had been bought a lot of alcohol by the manager of the club who then offered us a ‘publicity’ job which my flat mate readily accepted on our behalves. That’s where we should be tonight but here we are instead. We thought we had better have a night off as we’re going on a trip this weekend with all our new found friends to the mountains.. Should be joyous.

We have resumed flat hunting this week, today we visited a flat on ‘penguin’ street. I kid you not. The name kept me amused for hours, quite disturbingly so. It was gorgeous but a little too far out. Penguin! I ask you. Anyway today we also got gas! At last I hear you all cry, but no, turns out we can’t use it because it leaks.

The neighbours have also started singing, badly. And it’s so loud. The saga continues.

Better go for now as running out of minutes


jesusa (my new Spanish name)

An Open Email

Madrid is good. Really hot. Got stupidly sunburnt on my first day and have
been in agony ever since.

Found an apartment yesterday, moved in today and have decided that is positively the worst apartment EVER! its just awful, we have spent all day trying to clean it and make it look nicer but to no avail. We don't even dare go into the kitchen just yet. I have a feeling that we will be moving very very soon.

The best bit is the bathroom with supposedly new taps that are coming away from the wall. You can also lock yourself in but then someone has to let you out from the outside.

I also like the fact that the oven has been taped up with brown sellotape no less
so we can't use it but there appears to be an old crusty baking tray inside. yum yum.
No spiders tho, we're on the ninth floor! agh!
Other than that I do like Madrid.

I have put the photos up in my room to make it more homely. I got the double bed but there are loadsa of rank stains all over the matress. Lurvely.

My flatmate H thinks that a family of 10 South American immigrants lived in the flat before us - there are so many random shelves and draws in all the wardrobes that we think that is where all the children slept.
So there's plenty of spare beds in the cupboards for when you come and visit -
if you still want to!!! Hopefully we will have moved by then anyway.

Ten Days in Madrid

Just in an internet cafe at 2am, on our way to a party, it's surprisingly busy considering how late it is.

Have been in Madrid for about 10 days now and it is just the crazyiest place in the world. I always thought that it was just my mum who was a bit mad ..but I was wrong ...it's the whole population. Several people have come up to me on the street and stroked me ..no joke...hmm. Very random.
At the moment I am living in am immigrant neighbourhood. I don´t think any Spanish people live there at all. The flat was clearly used by a large South American family before we moved in. You can fit about 10 people in just the wardrobes alone. Plenty of spare beds in there if anyone wants to visit. If I don´t laugh about the place I think I would cry. It's like living in third world. I tried to plug something in the other day and I cut the power in the whole flat!! It was so dirty when we moved in that the landlord said he would give us a TV if we cleaned it. That was last Wednesday and it still isn't finished. Oh well.

We also managed to make it to the uni. Unfortunately it's very organised and they know who we are so I suppose I will have to go. The uni is absolutely huge, you have to get the bus or metro to go from one side to the other. Our faculty is .. errm.. interesting. There is loads of graffitti all over it by the communist and fascist societies. I'm thinking of joining the communists, painting all over the walls looks quite fun.

We also went and joined up with the Erasmus society. We are pretty much the only English people in it tho, the majority are German. They don´t talk to us, it doesn't bother me though because it's very entertaining just watching them dance. We did make friends with a very camp little Italian who invited us round to dinner the next night which we promptly accepted as we hadn't had a cooked meal in days..we don´t have gas to cook on in our flat.. (like I said, its like living in the third world) Anyway since then he's fallen out with us as we refused to take all our clothes off during a game of strip poker. And I thought he was gay! He did get out his guitar and sing us a few songs. I have never ever ever seen anything funnier than an Italian singing elvis. He really got into it, had to use every little ounce of self control not to roll about on the floor laughing. The best bit was when he sang his own composition .. in English... called ´little gypsy´, I think it went something like.. "hey little gypsy ,your scent is so bad, you move with the shadows, everyone thinks you are little shit (pronounced shette)."

Seem to have rambled on a little and I didn't even get to tell you about the date playing dice games with two guys who have the worst mullets I have ever seen. You thought they went out with the eighties, huh? nope.. in Madrid they live on.