I think it’s necessary to begin this post by commenting on the tragic events that occurred in Paris over the weekend. Terrorist attacks are scary and heartbreaking no matter what, but living in a European country so close to Paris has made it hit home that much more. It has, once again, reminded me of how fragile life is, and to be grateful for each day that the people that I love are healthy and safe. There are people that don’t have an ounce of humanity in their soul and being, but despite everything- keep looking for the good things in this world.
Good Afternoon/ Morning!
I have one hour to bang out this post before I have to head off to a private lesson. I have a bajillion photos to edit, organize, and share, and a few words to write. Ready, set….go.
This was yet another great weekend. I woke up at 8:05 this morning and I usually leave the house by 7:50 am…so….it was a jam-packed weekend that left me run-down– in a good way. I had 25 minutes to get dressed and RUN out the door, catch two metros and run to the bus station…and I made it. With about 15 seconds to spare. Must have been a good weekend!
(There is more than that picture shows) Somehow, I only spent 23 Euro, but after cooking all weekend, my fridge is now overflowing with food. I plan to do a quick post with recipes, etc.
Which have since been devoured (which was my intention). I made the dough Thursday and then baked some Friday morning. I underestimated the amount of space each cookie would need to spread…#cookieproblems
Friday morning, my alarm went off WAY too early, but I had to get up for my weekly Spanish lesson. Yes, I live in Spain and yes, I pay for Spanish lessons. It’s not NEARLY as easy to practice Spanish as you would think. So far, I love the lessons and think they are incredibly helpful. I don’t love that they are at 9:00 am on my day off, but it gets me out of bed and productive. Sol (the center) is eerily quiet and still at 8:45 on a Friday morning. Normally, I hate Sol and the hustle & bustle that it brings, so it was nice to see it in a different light. By the time my lesson was over, I was back to hating Sol.
Let me tell you, Rodilla coffee is disgusting. And it’s a chain. How HOW do they stay in business?? Quite possibly the worst coffee I have ever had. I would buy people this coffee (spend my own money) just to say “try this! It’s disgusting!!!”
Friday afternoon, I had an English lesson and then I did my Friday ritual of going shopping. It’s a bad habit…but I enjoy it. i do a lot of browsing and not a lot of buying, but this week, I came home with two new shirts. I am pleased. Then I met up with Annie and we walked to my house, ate a little bit, and went for a short visit (and gossip session) to El Prado with our friend Kristine. Yay for new friends! We came home, got dressed (me), ate, and got ready for a night out…and that we did.
We were home by 7:00, which left me plenty of time to cook a little, shower, nap, and get ready for another really fun night.
Look at all the people that were out!
We did a little bit of shopping and I spent my life savings on natural peanut butter, and then I taught a private lesson.
Now, as I finish up this post, I’m happy to report that Monday is almost over, which means I only need to get through 3 more days before the weekend.
(finished this post with 18 minutes to spare…FYI)