Living like it’s 1995: Madrid and the beginnings of the cell phone chronicles of fille pompette


Got empadronado today which means I’m on the grid (so no more peeing in the street and pretending I don’t speak Spanish) ! Also as I’ve been harping to my friends for the past 3 weeks now, my laptop is broken which is just about the fucking tragedy of the century,  so I’ve been effectively unable to post anything of substance because my phone’s LG keyboard is a joke.

Most people back home (and in general) keep asking me if I’m “okay”, how I’m doing “out there”, with emoticons full of concern and flaccid encouragement. That’s likely based on the cryptic and sour one – liners that keep showing up on my various social media (one line is all I have the patience for on this damn keyboard , but I’m a trooper today and I’m waiting for my hair to dry you lucky darlings ). And truth be told the last few weeks have spanned the entire emotional spectrum and really played on my tentative sanity (ever precarious in the best of times).


On the one hand I really love Madrid, it grows on me more and more everyday. It’s not that impressive of a place for a tourist; the monuments are relatively few and unless you like salted meats, the food is just aight . But the vie quotidien, the art and music, the people, the shops, cafés and bars are phenomenal.


On the other hand my homesickness has been off the charts for the past month, which is a new phenomenon for me, and is likely due to my slash and burn love life and personality clash with the Spanish as a people . And CHRIST ALMIGHTY siesta is killing me, it does not gel with the way I organize my life on the most basic level.

But I’m optimistic. The teaching thing is going swimmingly, the kids are adorable and somewhat engaged, and I’ve made a solid lady crew this side of the Atlantic (the she – wolf pack is ever – growing). And my Spanish isn’t getting any WORSE , so that’s something to cling to (I have managed to open a bank account, empadronar myself, and kick 3 separate wandering basque guys out of my room during a raging house party, all in Spanish!)

Ok, I am missing at least one full night of sleep due to said house party so I’m hitting the hay. Because this is all on my phone I have no idea how well this whole affair is going format-wise, nor have I cared to proofread, and for that I am a little bit sorry, but not that much cos this is hard and menial work

Love each and every one of you xx



  1. Christopher Quotidien · October 25, 2013

    you’re a real gem! this cracks me up. *concerned emoticon* ;p

  2. Revé · October 26, 2013

    I see you understand how essential Dunkin Coffee is to a stressed out expat’s life. In fact, my love DC literally made me avoid an epic fight at work…I feel like the Lord was looking out for me that day, “Get Dunkin Coffee today my child…no, no, don’t get off the Metro at Ventas and look for a closer one, go to the one in Chueca, don’t even try to make it back in time for break…”

    Lol siesta needs to go. It’s just long enough to be a nuisance, but too short to accomplish anything of substance…and even I’m fortunate enough to live within walking distance of my school, so I do indeed get to go home more often than not. I hear that they (general Spanish they, i guess) are contemplating doing away with it and adopting a 9 – 5 schedule.

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