Fortunately, my apartment troubles led me to a fun two-and-a-half week couch surfing experience, with the East-coast goobers pictured above, where I learned a couple of life lessons.
The first stop on the crawl is a ladyboy cabaret. I’ve already been to one of these at this point on the trip, so I figure that there won’t be any surprises. Foolish.
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.
I sign up for the highest rated tour which is called Castaway. It’s a 3-day, 2-night booze cruise that includes kayaking, rock climbing, and a bunch of other activities. There are roughly 30 people (about a 50/50 split of guys and girls) on this 3-story boat, and it’s all led by our tour guide Tom, whose sole purpose is to get everyone on the boat as drunk as possible.