A non-exhaustive, but exhausting list from weeks 1 and 2
I have been here for two weeks and managed to not write a single blog post… Can I use the fact that I have been doing so many new and exciting things as an excuse? No? Well I shall have to list some of them entonces. First carnaval in a Moncadian primary school: much insanity, polyester and a full on parade round the town at Friday midday. Plus I got to complete a lifelong dream of playing the drums in a band. Admittedly at the gig of my dreams, my bandmates weren’t ten year-olds and I didn’t have a red-painted nose, a wig or a green sparkly tie (long story), but the audience was just as appreciative. First school-contracted cold: turns out that Spanish children are just as germ-ridden as British ones, and I spent most of my first weekend making my way through Consum’s cheapest pañuelos and regretting letting Ángel with the runny nose give me a hug. First bar outing: as a pub-going, London-frequenting person from the south of England I find myself numb to the often astronomical price o...