The Piso Situation

Let´s call this The Piso Situation. The Piso Situation started when I went to go talk to the Artista and the Musico about house rules and payments and such. First things first, the Musico was not there. I´ve been mainly talking to the Artista and well... let´s just say that things were a little different than I had hoped it would be. I found out that they were bohemian by profession, but militant by life styles. She presented me with a set of house rules, and I had to sign a paper saying that I understood them. Here are some rules: First, I am not allowed to use any parts of the house that are not designated to me, which excludes the living room and two other open rooms. Second, no visitors of any type, "de ningún tipo" she said. Third, even though I get to use less than half of the apartment, I still have to pay the same amount for utilities as the rest of them. I left the apartment drowning in remorse, KNOWING that I was about to enter a situation that was going to SUCK. I called my apartment-housing expert Nudy close to tears, and she told me that I needed to get out of there ASAP. Luckily, I hadn´t paid the deposit or month´s worth of rent. So, I went back to the grand Colegio, and talked to the two remaining girls in the guy-infested dorm. They told me that I had to get out of there as well, and sweet Jenica-not-Jessica offered me a place that she saw earlier today. She was going to live at another place because it was close to work, but she swore to me that this place was lovely. I called the girl immediately, and ran over there at 10pm to take a look at the place. It. Was. FABULOUS!! The biggest bedroom I have ever seen in Spain, and a dog named Fredi greeted me at the door. Fredi asked me to stay and play, so I am now living there as of this point. My bedroom is huge, with thrice the closet space I need, plus a window that opens out to the streets. I look out, and BAM, the city is right there. Plus, Parque del Oeste, also known as the prettiest park I have seen is a block away. I live with 3 Spanish girls and a Korean girl. Korean homegirl had some Korean food stashed in the fridge. Soon Dooboo in Spain? I think it may be possible!! The girl I have been mainly hanging out with is Fredi´s lady, la Animalista. Animalista is not a word, but she loves loves loves animals and especially dogs. Dog in Spanish is perro, and perra means bitch, which she is not. So Animalista she shall be. We went out on a walk with her "friend" El Ecuatoriano. He has two dogs, Jimi and Jacko. "Amigos" she said, but I am not dull. Something sweet is brewing over there. They showed me around the western part of the city and I. Love. It! Viva Arguelles. I think I found my place. Another thing, complelty off topic, but interesting... I ran into 2 people from my high school. 2 people that I have literally not seen for four years, and we meet, here... in Madrid. LOCO. I´m supposed to meet with them in an hour because apparently, another SPer is here in Madrid for one more night. The world is the smallest thing, my friends.

I can´t figure out how to spell check on this thing, so excuse my spelling and grammar. I´m madly writing this, because my time in this internet cafe is about to be up.

Bueno, ciao everyone, and don´t be scurred by comments by strangers! Everyone is welcome.