You’re starting to let me down a bit. I’m trying to keep my head above water and you keep making it rain…. and my skin’s getting really raisin-y. First it’s one infection, then another, then another, all within a month, all in a second language. Also, for quite awhile now I’ve been looking forward to seeing a friend who’s been studying abroad this year and suddenly, without even getting to see him, he’s leaving again. Do you think that this is fair? One of the few things I was looking forward to is disappearing? It feels like someone is laughing in my face. Am I asking for too much? And why does one doctor’s appointment require 3 different visits?
All I can really hope for this afternoon is that my guacamole turns out delicious. If that fails, I’ll cross my fingers that the chocolate soy popsicles are good .and if that fails….there’s always kleenex.
Running After Trains
In other news, I went to Aranjuez on Saturday with my friend Jessica. We both live in Madrid, but different areas. She planned to catch the train leaving closest to her apartment, that stopped near me about 20 minutes later. We didn’t see each other on the train, so she texted me saying she was in the middle car. I was in the back car. I decided to get off at the next stop and run to the middle car……after what felt like 5 seconds of running, the whistle blew..and the doors closed in my face. I was left behind….horrified, as if my mom had just forgotten me at the supermarket. This picture might give you an idea (at least of how i felt)
I missed the train. I looked at the security guards standing on the platform, chatting in a circle, who had obviously been watching me run after a moving train.. “Mi amiga esta en el tren! Tengo billete!” They shrugged their shoulders, not moving out of the circle. Luckily, my friend got off at the next stop and we were able to reunite. Running after trains is such an odd sensation. Don’t leave me! Don’t abandon me here! It’s such a sad feeling. Anyway, Aranjuez was nice. It boasts a huge palace and acres of garden. It was pretty. and dusty.
We had a lovely lunch in the shade and wandered around the green gardens connected to the palace, happy to be out of the polluted capital for a day.
I’m looking forward to more upcoming trips in the next couple of months. Hopefully there won’t be any more running after trains though. Pero… nunca se sabe…