LONDON BABYY!!

I think I might keep up with this trend of posting pictures that show no sign of where I am, even if I’m in some place fantastic. This picture was taken during my whirlwind weekend getaway to London. It’s a symbol of my love for Pitzer and the hippie association I have, ergo, the tree-hugger pride that I will always carry with me.

London was FABULOUS. I went to go visit my Crazy Catwoman Carmen and my other crazy ex-suitemate Louisiana Lauren. Carmen romanced me like the good girlfriend she is with a luxurious high tea at the Dorchester, complete with finger sandwiches filled with prawns, freshly baked scones and pastries, tea (duh), and pink champagne. We were clearly the youngest and most foolish girls there, as we were giggling and getting buzzed off the bubbly, while taking discreet (a.k.a. without-flash) pictures of us trying to be Ladies Who Lunch. Lauren showed us a good night about town at a club called Ministry of Sounds, where none other than DJ Jazzy Jeff was spinning that night. He played songs reminiscent of the days of Fresh Prince, which was purrrrfect for a girl drunk off of several (free) vodka tonics. The weekend was capped with Wallace and Gromit and the Curse of the Were Rabbit, which I have been dying to see since this summer. All in all, everything was great, and I left the city screaming, “I HAVE TO COME BAAAACKK!!!”

Pero bueno. I am back in Madrid, back at work. Yesterday, I taught my first class with 16 year olds. I was terrified of these kids, after watching them strut down the halls looking about 5 years older than I look right now. They turned out to be calm and yet non-responsive. With my 12-13 year olds, they won’t stop talking even if you plead them to. These kids are too cool to sound stupid, so they opt to not speak at all. We’ll see how the year goes, as I have a class with them every Monday for the rest of the year. The middle-schoolers have really grown on me, though. Today, as I was walking towards the train station after work, a gang of them screamed “LISAA GOOOO – BAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!” from across the street. I waved at them as if I was waving to my minions during a parade.

In other news, I broke my glasses. I sat on them when I was looking for them without my contact lenses. Looking for you glasses when you can’t see has to be the saddest thing you could do. This is the third time I’ve broken my glasses, once when my dog ate them while I was asleep (He actually pulled it off my face, that son of a bitch.), second when I rolled over them while asleep on my dog’s bed, and now this. It’s a bit of a blessing in disguise because I have been eyeing these magenta colored glasses at El Corte Ingles, but my stipend will not allow me to spend on such things. Puta madre. At the moment, I have taped them together, and am looking dork-a-licious.

I will end my rather orthodox daily recap blog entry here. I still hate the word blog. Un besito and a big shout out to Carmen and Lauren for being such sweet hostesses this weekend. Loves you both to bits! And also Un Abrazo FUERTTTEEE (a big HUUUGSIIIEESSS) to all those who have been commenting! I miss you like no other. Eat good food for me, because there is nothing more than Cali food that I miss right now, you know, besides you guys. And to you Leanne, Korean food. :)