Chinderella – it’s an orthognathic fairytale, you see.

April 21, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — chinderella @ 9:13 pm

    My excuse for not doing something is usually that I’m lazy, but this time, Blogfolks, it’s just that I’ve been very busy. I went to Madrid for two weeks, you see. It was a bit of a last minute booking, because I wasn’t sure how much those braces would affect my speech and my eating, and I wanted to do a course. As it happens the speech is fine – I think I’m lisping all the time, but hey, when speaking Spanish – at least the one spoken in Spain- it actually helps. Eating, if not painful anymore, can get tricky, but I figured I could always rely on a good ole tortilla. So I packed all the bits and bobs recommended by orthodentists, as well as my faithful Waterpik – so what if it takes up half the suitcase? We don’t want decomposed foodstuff stuck in there for two weeks.

    Sorry about that image.

    In my decision to love most things about the country whose language I’m learning, I’d decided to love its capital city. What’s there not to love? It’s as famous for its nightlife as I’m notorious within my circle of friends for my hatred of clubbing. The only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning is the thought of a lush breakfast, and the food in Madrid is rather shit. Friendly staff in a café in the morning can make my day, and Madrileños aren’t exactly famed for their great sense of service. I rented a shithole of a flat (precious little light, not much more hot water, a flamenco-loving overweight upstairs neighbour) with two strangers and found classes to go to; then I proceeded to elect my favourites out of the 300 000 bars of Madrid. In Spain they say that a bar can be judged from the quantity of crap on its floor. The more crap, the better that bar will be. Because in Spanish bars you eat with your drink, there are olive stones to spit out (onto the floor), gambas shells to drop (onto the floor), and various bits and pieces and morsels and crumbs, too. Number one favourite: Cañas y tapas (off calle mayor): the nice cross-eyed waiter plied me with enough tapas with my beer at lunch that I wasn’t even too drunk for my afternoon class. To sever myself from a two week-diet of beer, tortilla española and coffee, tonight I went to the chip shop.

    I’m just a b ig, fried potato.


April 9, 2007


Filed under: Uncategorized — chinderella @ 12:42 pm

Bloggente, I am in Madrid. If what they say is true and that we are what we eat, I an  turning into one gigantic tortilla española. Which I later get to pick from between my braces, ¡que asco!

More later.


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