Mucho Muco

I must confess that I have been waiting for something particularly interesting about which to write this new blog, but have arrived to the conclusion that it may be some time before such an occasion presents itself. The reason I've deduced this is the continual, pesty and residual presence of the Madrileno cold. I suppose that in our general latitude, this is the usual season to expect a few sniffley noses, soar throats and slight temperatures. In Madrid, however, it is quite common for the cold to last an entire month, with the end of the recovery period officially finalized upon the contraction of the next months flavor of strain. Journalists say that this year's symptom's have been particularly vicious, as the runny noses and losses of voice have been accompanied by upset stomaches and indigestion. So while we do our best to drink lots of tea and oranges, most of us are home blowing our noses and keeping close proximity to the bathroom for the months of January and February.

Other than various students mocking by nasal-clogged speech, classes are going smoothly. I dyed my hair a dark brown and, according to my blunt students, "look very pale." The sanitation strike did eventually end, with the conclusion of Christmas holidays. It's just a guess, but I imagine this particular strike is realized annually between the 20th of December and the 6th of January. Overall, therefore, for those who may consider traveling to Spain, perhaps January is not the wisest choice.

Until better days...