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.