Wednesday, 30 December 2009

Merry (late) Christmas and Happy (early) New Year!

Hello everyone! I'm sorry for being such a bad blogger lately. Between the holidays, the studying, the family, the travelling... Well I haven't had much time. The sad thing is that this won't stop until 1st February, when I'll have my last and final exam. Meanwhile, I hope you can forgive me for not writing or reading as much as I would want to.

I spent my Christmas in Barcelona, as every year, because all my dad's family lives there.

Well, saying I went to Barcelona is not quite right. I went to a small (really small) town about half an hour away from Barcelona city where there is nothing to do and it is all very rural.

We always spend these days the same way:eating.

However,this year we did something different and unexpected and it was great.

On Christmas Eve, at 2am, when everyone was leaving (we were 21 at my grandparents house this year I think), my cousin had the brilliant idea of going clubbing.

Somehow, I got involved in all this and so my uncle (40), my cousin (25), my other cousin (33) and her girlfriend (37) and me(17)...We went partying together.

Surreal much?

And so we went to this really weird club in the small town next to ours.

I thought I wouldn't get in! Here in Madrid, it is quite hard to get into a club if you are not 18, and I am not 18.(unless you have a false ID, but I am a goody-two-shoes/idiot so I don't have one). But when we got there, the guy didn't even look at my face.

So my first time clubbing was with my (much older) family.

Very strange.

But the story doesn't end here. Imagine my amazement when, between all this, I see this really famous young actor in front of me in the queu!

And imagine my disappointment when I see him up front. Why does television lie to us? It is not fair.

So here I leave you with two photographs of him in television so you can judge. His name in Mario Casas and he curiously lives in the town next to my grandparents'.

Thanks for listening, as always,


PS. Real difference

Tuesday, 22 December 2009

Where you really there?

Yesterday I woke up, and rubbed my eyes really hard because I couldn't believe what I was seeing through the window.


Snow everywhere. It was all white and beautiful and magical.

Let me explain myself: As I said on my last post, it never snows here in Madrid. With a little luck it snows in February or March one day. So seeing snow in December was like a gift. Finally a white christmas!

But later it rained and rained and rained...

And this morning, when I looked out from the window, the snow had disappeared completely.

It was like it was never there.


Saturday, 12 December 2009

Winter and all that..

So, it's been obvious for a few weeks, at least here, that winter has come. Like wow.

And so my nose is always cold, and so are my hands and my feet.

I have to wear so many layers which make me feel like an onion, which is not good.

The days are so short and it is always dark and it makes me think that it is later than it really is.

My exams-my very important exams- are coming up, so I am quite stressed out.

And to top it all, it never snows here, so the cold is just useless and could just leave us for good.

And it just makes me want to crawl in bed and sleep until spring comes.


I only have one more week left of school and then holidays! Christmas! And that is really the only thing I look forward to at this time of year.

However, I do try to be optimistic and leave those horrible things out of my mind.

Which usually works.

Christmas is just that cool.


Monday, 7 December 2009

Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

Thank you for loving me for me, and for not hoping for someone who is thinner or prettier. Thank you for not comparing me to girls who have brighter smiles.

Thank you for making me laugh, taking care of me when I get sick, and being trustworthy.Thank you for remembering that I pefer orchids to roses, and that my favourite colour is not blue, but turquoise.

Thank you for knowing that I was too shy to kiss you first and for not being afraid of kissing me, for knowing I wouldn't slap you or push you away. Your kisses were perfect. Thank you for not stressing about where to take me; knowing that what is important is that I'll be with you.

If I cry, please know it's not because of you, just hold me close and I'll heal quickly. And if it's because of you, I'll heal just the same. And if we decide to break up, please understand that I might be bitter, but I'd like to be your friend if you'll let me. I promise to remember that you have feelings too.

Please tell me if anything I do bothers you, or if something just doesn't sit right. And thank you for always being honest with me.

When i have a bad day, thank you for showering me with confidence and smiles.

I hope that you don't think I ask too much of you. I hope you understand that I am still scared. I wish I could tell you if we'll be in love forever.

Meanwhile, I promise to continue doing my best to be kind and love you dearly for all that you are, without expecting too much of you.

Yours always,



Saturday, 5 December 2009


{So sorry for not posting in a while. Forgive me? Please?}

Hmm...I think I have a problem. You might think I'm kidding but it actually may be serious. I think I malfunction. No,it's not that. What is it then?

Oh,I know! I am not adapted to my environment. That sounds like biology, which I haven't done in a while, but it also sounds quite right.


Well, because, I absolutely abhor change. I hate it. I just can't take it. I know it is supposed to be good but it scares me to death.  Not knowing what that change will bring me, and what it won't bring me.

Some time ago, I read this quote from Everwood(such a good show, it's a shame it ended) about this and I loved it. I suppose it's because I sooo feel this way. Maybe you do too? So here I leave it with you. I hope you like it:

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you'll never have to change again.