Hola a todos!
This is going to be a long blog, so if you don't have a good 10 minutes to read, I suggest you come back later! BUT it will be worth the 10 minutes.
Yesterday, I needed to do my laundry, VERY badly. I had ran out of towels so I couldn't shower and I also ran out of essentials, things you need to change everyday... Anyway, the program I'm with gave us 3 lavandería locations in our pamphlet. The day before, Emma and I went to one of those 3 but it was closed. I don't mean temporarily, I mean the place did not exist anymore.
My next option was a "drop off" lavandería. I chose this one as it was only 8euro to wash dry AND have the clothes folded. Little did I know it took about 30 minutes to walk there from where I live, maybe a little more considering the number of times my friend and I got lost. We arrive at 5:00 and the man tells us my clothes will be done by 7:00. We had somewhere to be at 6:45, on the COMPLETE opposite side of town.
We arrive there WITH our homework hoping we can sit down in a warm place and work together.......WRONG. When they say 'drop off' laundry, you are literally escorted out of the place.
Not knowing where to go, Emma and I saw a little "bar/cafe" and walked in. Old people old people old people! As we were about to turn around and walk out, the man behind the counter had spat out "Hola". Not wanting to be rude, we ordered a cafe con leche (coffee with milk) and sat down next to all the 80 year olds playing cards and farting dust.
After we were done chugging our coffees, we left the place, walked around, sat down, walked around, sat down and walked around. We went into a bunch of heated tiendas and "fake shopped" to stay warm. At 6:00 I returned to the lavandería to ask if my clothes would be done in 30 minutes, the man said absolutely not, they were still so damp. He said come back at 6:45 which is when we needed to be at our dance class!!!!
More time was wasted in a pastry shop of deliciousness. I ordered a pastry that had cream cheese filling on top of the croissant. After ordering, the young man asked us where we were from as I was responding, "Los Estados Unidos", my cream cheese filling from my pastry dripped down the counter of this man's pastry shop. I have now completed the stereotype of an American living in Spain, and ashamed of making a mess, I scattered out of there.
By the time we were done eating, Emma and I decided the best option would be to take a taxi from the laundería to dance class this way we wouldn't be too late.
The taxi picks us up, takes us to the dance class and NONE of our program members were there!!!!! We just paid for that taxi for NOTHING???? WHAT?!!!!!!!! .....................
We were literally 1 minute EARLY.
What a day that I hope I never have again! Too much weight for such small shoulders!
Lesson learned: plan in advance with towels and clothes and never do your laundry 30 minutes from where you live.
~~Christina
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