I have officially landed in Madrid, Spain my new home for the next four months. Exhausted, disheveled, and laden with way too much luggage, I made my way out of the airport yesterday morning. Even though it was almost 9am local time, it was barely light outside as I approached the line of cabs. Maybe I was being super naive, but I kind of thought most people would speak or at least understand a little bit of Spanish..I was wrong. I got in a cab, managed to tell him the address of my new home, and then looked out the window like a little lost puppy.
I pulled up in front of the apartment, paid the cab (way overtipping the driver because apparently they don’t tip here?), and struggled yet again to stack my luggage and take the elevator up to the 7th floor. After squeezing myself, two extra large suitcases, a rolling carry-on, and a tote bag into an elevator smaller than a port-o-potty, I got out only to be confronted by a tiny little Spanish woman who is my “Senora” for the next 4 months. Surprise Again! She speaks and understands NO English..not even a little.