I think I left off on Saturday night in my last post.
Our Zumba class was indeed cancelled, so we decided to go for a quick drink instead. Seeing as were all going out, we thought it would be a good opportunity to put the dishwasher to use.
Sweet Jesus.
After a good 40 minutes of pushing buttons, unscrewing and screwing things and passing the instruction manuel around in English, Spanish and Italian, we resorted to a bit of DIY and sello-taped a peg onto the ‘on’ button. Honestly, I still don’t understand what its problem is or why 4 university educated girls couldn’t figure it out; but it was actually so jokes.

Fast forward to Sunday, I made my way into the city to meet up with friends to go to the last Terrazassion of the Summer. It was such a beaut afternoon with such good vibes. We bumped into another friend from Leeds and one of his friends, so after our feet had pruned to within an inch of their lives, we headed to dinner.
I couldn’t help but feel a massive pang of jealousy of all the people living in the city. Everything’s so easy and close with the metro, they can see one another whenever they want and there’s so much so explore in Madrid. I felt like I was massively missing out but I guess I just have to remember why I picked a smaller town in the first place: improve my Spanish, cheaper living costs and force myself to make new, non-English, friends.

Monday came and I didn’t have any uni classes, just a test for the language course I’ve signed up for. I didn’t know we had to have an oral test too, which put me on edge. You would think that now I’m supposed to be speaking Spanish everyday, this wouldn’t bother me, but somehow my speaking being assessed had me literally shaking. Obviously, it really wasn’t bad at all, so my friend and I rewarded ourselves with a shopping trip. I was meant to buy some new summery dresses and t-shirts because my summer wardrobe is appropriate for an english ‘summer’, (i.e., Autumn), but instead I came home with one single top, a skirt, a jumper and a new purse. OOPS.
After that my flatmates and I went to a ‘latin rhythms’ dance class. It was quite funny though, there were no boys so it was just us girls dancing together. Overall, it was really fun. I haven’t danced properly in a while so felt like a bit of me.

Nothing else to report today. I had classes this morning and the lecturers had powerpoints, (I’ve never been so happy to see a powerpoint in my life), so things were far easier to follow.