...and the reason I say that is because I have just been enlightened to the fabulous Denny's commercial I missed which took place on Super Bowl Sunday. If you haven't already seen it, please YouTube that sh*z up. Immediately. Kudos to Brandon who never fails to entertainment me for hours on end via YouTube clips. Your efforts are warmly appreciated.
In other news, yes, I have just created a blog, largely due to the fact that I miss writing, with a small intent to keep you guys posted on my oh-so-exciting life now that I'm back overseas. It's been almost a month since I left Los Angeles and arrived here in Spain. I have since settled down comfortably in Boadilla del Monte (a small town just southwest of Madrid.) Aside from an annoying hour-long journey to the center of Madrid, Boadilla is a pleasant place to live: quite, safe, new, with good restaurants and shops all within walking-distance of the flat.
Speaking of walking-distance, I have landed a job teaching English at Easy English, just a few blocks down from our piso in Boadilla. What could be more convenient? I prepare my lesson plan, get dressed, walk to the office, all within a span of 30 minutes. Ridiculous. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself becoming a teacher. I do not necessarily say this in a positive way, either. To be completely honest, I never thought of/wanted/strived to become a teacher, and I still don't. It just isn't something I see for myself in the stars (but mad props to all the patient, child-loving, money-hating, adult-helping, schedule-adapting teachers out there, your work surely doesn't go unnoticed.) I do this simply because I have no other choice, considering I have yet to receive my Spanish Residency I.D. and am not quiiiite fluent in the country's mother tongue. As a result, I make due the same way all the other Brits and Yanks do out here: attempt to regurgitate our little knowledge of our beautiful English language. But, in defense of my common practice, I will say that YES, teaching DOES take skill. In the past 3 weeks or so, I've managed to improve my already-advanced gift of Bullshitting. I have never bullshat so much in my entire life, and it's safe to say that these skills will only improve. It is only a matter of time before I become a sort of Sensei of the craft.
As for the city itself, I've always thought Madrid to be a beautiful place. It's relatively big, historic, beautiful, charming, and has a nightlife unmatched by any other. I'll admit, I came here with many prejudices and still hold a few close to my heart. I will always wonder why the Spanish willingly close all shops imaginable at 2 in the afternoon, head home for an hour-or-two nap, travel back to work, and open-shop again at 5. Likely, I cannot understand why so many appliances/things go broken in Spain, and go unfixed for ungodly amounts of time, or why 15 degrees Celsius is an acceptable room-temperature. However, even with these misunderstandings (the only term I can logically give them), I am thoroughly enjoying the city, the people, and its culture. I still have a lot to learn about Spanish life, as well as myself. Luckily (or not) I'm being forced to do this as I am living with a family that is not my own, under a roof where most of my ideas/perspectives are not shared/agreed with and vise versa. And so begins my post-grad life as an expatriate...
God-speed.
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