the one thing with having dark hair & slightly brown skin with a healthy dose of my fast NY pace mixed with a definite sense of purpose in Spain is it confuses the locals. 2 blocks into my first ever España stroll, a man came right up to me & asked me for directions in rapid fire Spanish. apparently, my general being gave him false hope of my general awareness of our general surroundings. obviously, he was on the receiving end of a blank look with a healthy mix of HUH?, topped off with amusement over his false impression. at which point, he moved on to the next kindly soul with better potential of being a Spaniard with general awareness of our general surroundings. said man kindly gave the lost soul the answer he was looking for. at which point, the formerly lost soul returned back to me & relayed the answer he got in rapid fire Spanish under the false assumption i too was looking for said answer. and who knows? maybe i would have been looking for said answer if i understood the initial question.
i came to Madrid to speak on the panel of a Social Responsibility Forum. oh la la, sacre bleu*, how fancy! felt pretty confident going in cause i worked on my speech with my speech writer. yup. i have a speech writer. oh la la, sacre bleu**, how fancy! speech went pretty well. mainly cause i distracted the audience with a power point presentation consisting only of big colorful pictures. and a film. moral of the story, never underestimate the power of distraction by shiny things.
my week in Madrid is over which means my week of melted cheese on bread is over. this city doesn't believe in vegetables. just meat & melted cheese on bread. so this vegetarian was down to melted cheese on bread. and let me tell you, there are only so many ways to serve melted cheese on bread. and i've had them all. including the one time i went to a non-Spanish restaurant & still managed to have melted cheese on bread. i had pizza.
spanish word of the day...madrileña, a woman from Madrid. the city lives on its own schedule. restaurants open at 8 at night. but they're empty at that hour cause that's the American equivalent to the senior citizen 5pm early bird special. on one of my last nights in Madrid, i met up with friends for a snack at 8pm, dinner at 10pm, a cuban artist's house party celebrating the opening of his new show at midnight, walked around el Centro looking for a discotheque at 3am, finally ate chocolate con churros at 5am & home by 6am only to be apologized to for getting jipped of a true Madrid night due to its early end. apparently, it's only a true Madrid night if you go home AFTER the sun rises at 8am. i've come to the conclusion i'm too old to be a madrileña. i prefer being a new yorker.
* & **oops. wrong language. what's Spanish for sacre bleu?