At home, I was a believer that you make your own luck. Over here however, I disagree- everything is based on timing and good fortune.
Men, I pity you, I really do. I am so glad that I am a hetrosexual female and that I don't have to deal with a woman's mood swings, simply because one day with Lady Luck was enough to turn me off ladies forever.
On Sunday morning I was supposed to be at work at 7:30am- yes that's right, 7:30am in a bar. An Irish sports bar to be precise, because there are people that are actually crazy enough to be in a bar for the 5:30am rugby matches. I don't understand.
In order to get to work in plenty of time, I was at the Metro station at 6:40am. Normally it takes about 30 minutes to get to work but I like to leave early just to be sure that I'll get there on time. The Metro starts at 6am and usually there are trains about every three minutes.
I waited at the stop for over 15 minutes until a train eventually arrived. We all headed to open the doors and they wouldn't budge. For 5 minutes the train sat staring at us on the platform, taunting us with its bright handles and plastic seats. Then it left. Empty.
The middle-aged business man standing beside me wasn't too enamoured by the experience and stood shouting at the empty tracks and repeatedly spitting on them (what did I say about Madrid loving its Crazies?). I didn't have the heart to tell him that it wasn't helping the situation.
Eventually a train arrived and I got as far as the Operá stop where I needed to change to Banco de España. Again, the trains usually arrive every three minutes- we were waiting another 15 minutes for one while 4 separate trains all headed in the opposite direction!
Eventually I got to work and the day went fine. I was due to finish at 4, then realised that the Dublin match was about to start- no hope of leaving on time then!
I eventually left work at 6pm and decided to head out to the big shopping centre near Las Suertes because it contained (wait for it....) PRIMARK! I needed a new pair of trousers for work since the ones that I had bought originally were labelled wrong and so I spent my days trying to pull them up as they were hanging around my ankles.
I found out how to get to La Gavia shopping centre and eventually (after about an hour's travelling) made it out there. As I got to the front door of is breath-taking shopping centre, I realised that it was Sunday. The whole city practically closes on a Sunday- including big shopping centres.
The journey was not a wasted one however as IKEA was just around the corner! I went to get a bite to eat- and the restaurant was closed. Starving and a little bit miffed, I started walking around, and realised after a few minutes that I was going the wrong way around the shop. Spanish people don't like this...
In the end it was so difficult for me to get around that way that I didn't bother looking at anything and headed straight out of there- and then realised that the restaurant was open!
Had a bite to eat and then went back to looking at the downstairs place where all the goodies are! Bought a few bits, then arrived home and realised I had only bought one pillow case instead of the two that I needed.
Headed to bed with my new pillows and slept soundly for the first time that I arrived in the country!
NB: Never plan anything on a Sunday- I repeat, NEVER and NOTHING!
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