Springtime and other things

People often say to me that sometimes it sounds like I really love Spain and sometimes I really hate it. Usually I only hate it between the hours of 2-5pm. But then the good always outweighs the bad, such as one would hope for. If I didn't enjoy my time here, I wouldn't have stayed for second year. Last Friday I went to see Orphaned Land and was completely shocked by the tiny number of people there. For such a big band to have show with only about 100 people was incredible. Great for me though, it felt more intimate. Like an acoustic performance, only not. Picked myself up an awesome little tank from the Mabool album as well which I was later asked to model on another day for a metalhead friend of mine. Those Spaniards, they certainly can be blunt.

I've once again been reminded of the small world I seem to live in. One of my students informed me last week that she was looking at photos from one of her school friend's trips to summer camp the previous summer. Low and behold, I appeared in one of the photos. Her friend had gone to the same summer camp I had taught at. Six degrees of separation - you have arrived.

And on that subject, Madrid is a city of over 1 million people, so how is it that I have managed to run into all of my American or British friends on the metro at least once, and have never run into a single one of my Spanish friends?

Lastly, I finally enrolled in some Spanish classes and hopefully will improve my grammar enough so that I can carry a decent conversation with the Spaniards. Also trying to go to Hellfest in France and going with a bunch of Spaniards who are going to laugh at me if I know 0 Spanish = bad.