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To take my mind off of the people that I'm missing (had a bit of an auld Skry- Skype cry- with them earlier) I decided to make a list of all the material things that I miss about home.
Things I miss about home
Tea- I'm getting used to the fact that it is impossible to get a daycent cup of scald in this country. Mammy Feaheny came to my rescue though by sending us enough teabags to last the year. *Yay* However, we are still missing a crucial ingredient- fresh, low fat milk. We can get full-fat fresh milk or UHT low-fat milk. They're just not the same.
Fake tan-I've come to realise that I am officially the palest person in this whole country. No joke. At home I could get around that by Sally-Hansening up. Here however, it's a whole different kettle of jamón. My upper half is grand- but my legs look like I've got a touch of albinism. I went to buy tan yesterday, searched half of the city and eventually found a bottle- let's just say bar work isn't going to cover the cost of it.
Looks like I'll be going pale.
A strong Irish accent- never have I wanted to hear the word 'quare' so badly.
Knowing what is on my plate- In Spain, a filete isn't a fillet. Nothing is as it seems. When you think you're ordering calamari, you might actually be ordering baby octopus (which actually isn't as bad as it sounds. If it wasn't for the little voice in my head screaming, "You're eating a baby octopus!" then I might have actually been able to finish them.)
A slight breeze- apparently they don't have these in Spain.
Eavesdropping- it's impossible at best when you have no idea what the person is saying.
Heels- no one wears heels. If you see a person in heels, they're probably old and have cankles and their heels are probably an inch at best. They have loads of them in the shops but I seem to be the only person wearing them.
An hourly wage rate- I just got a job in an Irish bar. When I was asked how much I'd be making, I was told that if I was working full-time (I'll be working about 20 hours) then I'd get between €900 and €1000 per month and that my tips would work out at roughly €75-100. I have no idea how much money I'm going to be earning. Budgeting is a bitch.
The third pin on plugs- I'm always terrified in case I electrocute myself when I'm plugging things in or out.
Nash's red lemonade- I don't even drink it that much at home but it's a comfort knowing it's there if I ever get a craving for it.
Regular pillows- I don't understand Spanish pillows. I have a double bed and I can only buy a single, long pillow for it. I'm the kind of person who cuddles one pillow and lies on the other one- so I need two regular pillows. When you're sharing a bed with another person who does the same thing, things get a little techy. Who gets the pillow?
Duvets- obviously when it's too warm to sleep, I don't need a duvet. That's a good thing though, because I don't even have the option to buy one! All I can buy are sheets or throws. I just want a duvet.
People that don't spit all the time- Even on the metro.
Television- obviously Madrid has televisions, but ours doesn't work. The landlord was going to get a technician over to have a look at it but I told him not to bother- I wouldn't be able to understand it anyway. Obviously I can catch up with programmes like Trollied on the laptop, but it just isn't the same.
My doggy- I love my little Toto but she just wouldn't fit in over here. Literally. The only dogs that we've seen can fit into handbags- and not my kind of handbag that is so big that you develop back pains from carrying it around, but little teeny handbags. People also seem to colour coordinate their dogs. And, they are ALL purebred! I'm dying to see a mongrel!
Last but definitely not least... I said the blog was supposed to be about to be about material things to take my mind off everything else, but I miss my Jack, my mammy, my daddy, my Jessie, my Paula, my Dre-Dre, my Emzy, my Colin and everyone else who keeps me sane!
totally keep u sane babe xxx mwah x
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