La vida en Madrid

Autobus...I take the 51 Our apartment is somewhat of a mess. It has two “bedrooms,” if you can actually consider my room a bedroom considering it is actually a closet. It has two sliding doors for two of the walls, and the twin size bed that my feet hang off of takes up half the room. We have a living room and a small dining area that is on an extremely hazardous step. I have fallen off more than once. We have two balconies, one that opens from the living room and one that opens from my roommate’s room. While this is lovely for the sunlight, but as Madrid is the second loudest city in the world it allows us to hear every honking horn and person singing opera in the street. Our kitchen is probably the most amusing part of the apartment. Our refrigerator is probably half the size of a mini fridge and freezes everything. Our stove does not exist. In its place, we have two hot plates that do not regulate heat very well. Our cookware is comical, as we have two only two pans and a ghetto spatula that has no handle. To think we would have an oven or a dishwasher is comical considering the rest of our kitchen. Our clothes washer is under the sink, and our dryer is a drying rack. On the plus side we do have a microwave, not that they have much frozen food here. Our apartment has a lot of character, decorated like a grandma with old paintings and antique furniture. The neighborhood that we live in is called Tirso de Molina, which is part of Old Madrid on the south side of the city. The NYU “campus” consists of two small buildings and is located in the north of the city in the financial district. It is almost across the street from San Bernebeú, the Real Madrid stadium and is a half hour bus ride. The bus is very convenient here; it comes every six minutes and leaves from Sol, a five minute walk from home, and goes straight to school. The metro is also an option, but I never take it because I would have to transfer and the bus is more convenient.