Compostela Suites Apartments
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... as there was a music club right next door to my apartment. Intimate lounge bar affair with authentic flamenco on the weekends. It had little round tables which the couples in the audience made a beeline for. Being single I found myself snuggled on the couch between an Australian backpacker bloke and a French transvestite. At first I thought she (he?) was one of the dancers because of the frilly outfit and startlingly bright make-up. Not so. Turned out to be a ...
... the effects of the economic slump. We learned from Laura that a significant percentage of Spanish households rely on pensions to survive (27% according to The Huffington Post). Alex’s dad surmises that Spain needs to do two things to improve its economy on the world’s market: 1) be more English fluent, and 2) end their tradition of the siesta. I get it, but I hope that solution doesn't happen, because it'll fundamentally change the spirit of ...
... to later, and at home the wi-fi's not working. I sit on the floor, tinkering with the thing. Then gave up, thinking maybe it's just fried. I was really tired, I didn't want to fix anything right then. I looked at the microwave and the time was off. Instinctively, I smack the light switch, no, it's not working! I have no power. I remember seeing a set of fuse switches somewhere. Not on purpose, but by regular observation. It was right next to the front door above ...
... everything in a new way - your career aspirations, relationships, your family - a transition period takes place when you think about all these things during the major changes that a year abroad forces upon you and itīs these changes that begin to develop a new way of thinking for you - as soon as you step off the plane.
You donīt have the same commitments that you unwittingly fall victim to back home and you donīt have the option of relying ...
... of peace as the deep blue dusk approached. I stood rooted in the setting, as couples chatted in quiet voices, and a faint buzz of familial laughter and chatter ebbed from the surrounding restaurants. Perhaps, in the end, this is the true beauty of Madrid - not the food, and not the art, but the ability of the city to move away from its past into a warm and inviting present.