This week... (so far it rocks!)

Monday:

I went to la Autonoma to book a trip to Granada. That's right! This weekend I will be in Granada soaking in the sun and eating a lot of tapas.

Afterwards I hung out with a couple of friends from Art History while they ate their lunch on the grass. It was such a nice day! Later on I went to the Paseo de la Castellana and met up with Mar & Iván. We drank a coke and sat on a terrance analyzing the amazing weather.

Tuesday:

Today I went to the Natural Science Museum and

bought a book titled "Animalario Universal" by Profesor Revillod and ilustrations by Javier Sáez Castán. The book has illustrations of 21 animals all cut into three pieces so you can make new animals. I am easily amused, ok? You can form 4096 different species with it! Anyways the museum was not as nice as I thought it would be but it was worth the three euros. Also the building itself was amazing.

Later on at night I went out for tacos with Lily because we bought a Groupon discount at Entretacos but it was closed. No worries, we ended up having tacos anyways at a place a block from Entretacos called Tacos Chipotle. BEST TACOS OUTSIDE OF MEXICO!!! so so good. I thought I was in heaven for a bit. Then for dessert I had a torrija. Also today Real Madrid played and they won!

Wednesday:

The plans for today, for after I wake up are... visiting the Archeological Museum (free entrance!) and then I plan on watching the movie Tambien La Lluvia with Gael Garcia Bernal.

Lesson of the day:

Torrijas: typically made during Lent season. Made out of thick slices of bread that are soaked in milk or wine, dipped in egg, then fried and lastly drenched in honey or cinnamon sugar. They are somewhat similar to french toast, if french toast could fly! no I am kidding french toasts are good too.

Things in Madrid have been going great.

- I love my roommates.

- My grades are improving.

- I am cooking.

I am just very satisfied with life at this very moment. Now I have to go wash the dishes.

Hola Madrid

Since I came back to Madrid I moved out of my old apartment in Moncloa and into a new one in La Latina. A younger, more authentic neighborhood in the very center of Madrid.

La Latina is called the most Spanish neighborhood of Madrid because if its architecture and the lifestyle here. At the center is the Cebada market where people do their grocery shopping. I live about two minutes from La Cebada. Sol, the center of all center is only eight minutes walking from my house.

I am very happy to back in Madrid and living in such a great neighborhood.

February

I spent February in Miami.

I went to Islands of Adventures and the Harry Potter theme park.

San Canuto

There I was, reading about the importance of the Olmeca culture as the mother of all Pre-Columbian cultures in the Mesoamerican region when all of the sudden I hear drums coming from the gardens of my university.

Turns out today is San Canuto, a day that celebrates Saint Canute, a Danish monarch that devotedly supported the Catholic Church. Nowadays the celebration has little to do with Saint Canute and the Catholic Church and more with a play of words because in Spanish canuto means a joint of the smoking kind.

Every year students, and others, gather around the gardens of Universidad Autónoma de Madrid to smoke, drink and be merry before they are swamp with exams. The day is also used as a promotion for the legalization of marihuana.

While I think the festival is a great idea as long as it doesn't cause damages to the university I was completely taken aback by it because I had no idea it was happening. Around six in the afternoon I went out to have a coffee thinking the drumming was coming from a small gathering but really there was a lot a of people, A LOT! I swear everyone and their mother was there but apparently it is because students of other universities come as well. According to some of my friends Autónoma de Madrid is the only university where the festival is celebrated in Madrid due to its autonomous status which allows the students to be undisturbed by the police as long as there are no phone calls from the university's dean.

By the time I got out of the library the party was pretty much dead. The celebration dies down by the time Renfe closes because there is no way back to the city after that unless you can drive. which means that by 11:30 the party was over.

I am obsessed!

There is almost nothing better in this world than a good plate of huevos rotos.

What are huevos rotos you ask? Thick cut fries, some sort of meat (chorizo, jamón serrano, or strips of beef), and fried eggs (runny yolk!) all stirred together to form the equivalent of heaven on earth.

When you break the eggs (thus huevos rotos) the yolk becomes the glue that allows you to pick up the potatoes and the meat all smothered on the precious gold yolk.

My gosh! I am obsessed!! It is my drug!!!

These are from La Cajita de Nori on Calle del Limón.

YUM