Riding the metro can be annoying. You've always got to elbow your way to a seat and deal with people encroaching on your personal space. However, sometimes riding the metro is just entertaining. Today alone I saw a dancing grandma, singing into a portable amp she wheeled through the cars, a 7 piece Russian polka band, and two French girls whose Spanish was worse than mine. Also I finished my third book in as many weeks since I spend an hour and a half commuting each day (sometimes I'm on the metro more than I'm working) and my iPod died. (RIP Gerome 2005-2011.)
I had an interesting weekend. I went to a showing of some short films with my roommate. She's a costume designer and therefore has artsy friends. Her friend Charo had done the make-up for one of the shorts. Three out of four had subtitles, so I understood and enjoyed most of them. Then we went to a benefit concert for some charity/non-profit which teaches African immigrants Spanish. We got there after it had started and showed up right in the middle of some cool tribal music and dancing. Great, I thought! But then they finished and a reggae band began. Not exactly my cup of tea. I honestly tried to get into it, but I just couldn't get into the same mindset the dreadlocked white guys surrounding me were enjoying. Plus my gin and tonic was 9 euros. It was an experience, to say the least.
I met another friend of a friend on Sunday for coffee. She's pretty cool and has been here almost 5 years so she knows where to go and what to do. She told me there's a Mexican food store in the center and invited me to her wedding on Thursday. I like her a lot.
Sorry there aren't more pictures. I try not to tote my camera around just because (I've already lost a wallet and killed an iPod) and sorry to say I'm not terribly exciting lately. I promise to take apartment pictures for the next post. Thanks for reading!
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