I have this theory that Spanish people have (what I LOVINGLY refer to as) grandma thoughts. As in, they believe in things that….aren’t true, but to them they are true and if you don’t do them (or do do them), you will get sick, go to hell, or die. Or all three. I call them […]
Good Morning (if you’re in the US) and Good Afternoon (if you’re in Madrid!), I’m taking a little break from piso-hunting to chat about nothing really. I’m actually waiting for my roommate to leave so that I can make calls to different apartment owners. She speaks beautiful, fluent Spanish and I’m too self-conscious to make […]