See my fb page for all the photos. I also had my first private English class yesterday, with a woman who's doing a Cambridge course and wants to prepare with listening and speaking practice before she goes to Cambridge for the exam, and the other is a 15 year old who fortunately uses one of the same textbooks in school as I use at work. Hopefully I'll be able to structure my teaching around their individual goals and take on more classes in future.
And oh dear, fiasco of the day, last time I left without my key I had my arse saved by sheer luck but this time, no, no. Dear gods, let the horror of this morning never, ever be repeated. I got locked out of my flat moments after closing the door and realising I´d left my purse in there with my keys, money, travel pass, bank cards, absolutely everything I needed to go anywhere, so I sat in the lobby for an hour waiting for the porter thinking I may well sit there all day, I coudn´t get in, I couldn´t go anywhere, couldn´t get anything to eat. An hour later a wild flatmate appeared, and I said, dude! I rang the doorbell 6 times!´ (I assumed he´d left already) and he informed me he sleeps with his headphones in. Yippee. If he hadn't turned up no doubt I'd still be sitting in that damned lobby. I can´t think of a way round this, if I leave things in different places I´ll lose them, I´ve never ever lost my purse, it´s the first thing I pack! Argh is all I can say after a weekend of SNOW and freezing my balls off with no heating. Then, as luck would have it, when at last Madrid seems to be defrosting is the day my heater arrives. Lol at my life.
Finally allow me to leave you with this image and accompanying quote of Jess for the Shitville the street sweeper strike has left the city in:
Ok so the tourists don't get what's going on the poor dears, but honestly we don't sit neck-high in our own shit voluntarily. But no worries, it's second nature to us, as Jessica commented in Salamanca:
"I'm just gonna stand here by this trash can so I feel right at home."
Right on sis.
