Heeeeeeeeeeeey! I missed you guys! And by you guys, I mean the internet, that vast, echoey cloud full of kittens doing human things and the stalkery data trail I use to see if anyone is actually reading this. Thanks, WordPress! You make me feel less isolated.
As I mentioned in the last mini-post, I have been absolutely swamped by my Master’s program here in Sevilla, and have just recently surfaced. I spent last week going around and reintroducing myself to some of my friends and dipping my toes into the internship world. Let’s not go there. Right now, I should be working on my thesis – I actually just got an email with further instructions but I’m just going to pretend I didn’t see that – but instead, I want to talk about food. Because that is what I do…well if not best, then let’s go with most often. I promised that I’d talk about the cheese steak adventure that my friend Dan and I went on for Christmas, but I wanted to share this with y’all first.
For those of you who don’t know, Spain is submerged in an incredibly painful economic crisis that has been compared to the Great Depression and seems to only be getting worse. Woohoo! If you are at all interested or looking for a laugh, this comic book author sums it up pretty well. And yes, it is subtitled. I had to move out of my old apartment because both of my roommates lost their jobs and had to move home to their parents’ places, all of my coworkers are panicking because they may be losing their jobs because of education cutbacks, none of my students bother to study because there’s no jobs waiting for them after graduation, etc. And for the last two months, I have been holding my breath because my bosses keep…forgetting to pay me. So Desa of the expensive tastes is learning how to live off rice and other basic staples for that extra week of the month that appears off and on.
Oh, and welcome to my new apartment!
