So I’ve been in Madrid for a little over a month now and have yet to write a damn thing. The reason being that, thus far, the scope of my experience has been confined to the inside of a classroom. I’ve been taking an intensive course to become a certified English teacher and have spent nearly every waking moment either in class or working on a project for class.
This month-long course has now been followed up with a berserk week of job hunting that I have spent pinballing around Madrid like a coked out Mr.Pacman (what are those little white balls he eats made of anyway?), taking any and all interviews available. I’ve officially accepted a job teaching English at Deloitte, and now that I finally have some free time on my hands, I’d like to recount my first few days in Madrid.
I touch down in Madrid at 7:00 p.m. local time. It has been a long day of flying and the time difference is a nine hour jump forward so I’m a bit out of it. My first test upon arrival is figuring out how to buy a metro pass from the ticket machine.