Objectively, I’ve always known that I was living the dream here in Madrid. My 4-day, 16-hour per week job is about as low-stress as it gets. On my short walk home from the metro to my apartment, I can pick up a bottle of wine, a fresh-baked baguette and a wedge of fabulous cheese without spending over 4 euros. I feasibly could visit a new country every single weekend should I so desire, and generally do travel 2 or 3 times per month. I spend 24/7 in the best possible classroom for learning a new language. I get to meet interesting people from all over the world.
Madrid
This Auxiliar Life: Teaching English in Spain
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Day Trips from Madrid: Toledo and Patones
Our first month in Madrid, as I mentioned in my last post, was a little rough. While I tried to be as realistic as possible with my expectations, there’s really no way to know what it’s going to feel like to leave everything and everyone you love behind until you do it. Not having a place to live doesn’t help; nor does a rapidly diminishing bank account, or the reality of looking like a fool every time you attempt to speak to any other person for any reason.
Spain: One month in Madrid.
Hola chicos!
Today is October 26th, which means we’ve been here in Spain for just over a month.
The past four weeks have been incredibly exciting and also mind-numbingly mundane at the same time. Sure, we are starting our lives over in a whole new city, country, continent and culture — which is thrilling! But the day to day reality of what that looks like is: finding an apartment. Obtaining a transport card. Opening a bank account. Applying for a residency card. Choosing a cell phone plan. Setting up WiFi. Purchasing a trash can. Doing a month’s worth of laundry. Etc.
I will go into more detail about some of those little adventures in future posts, because I found it really helpful to read about other people’s experiences before we arrived. But for now, I’ll start with a general overview of what we’ve been doing and observing and feeling.


