Though this phrase doesn't have the same ring to it in Spanish, it is just as applicable. My streak in running away from this month's rainy weather ended today.
Today I also learned just how awkward it is to walk down crowded sidewalks with an umbrella. Especially at my height -- where I naturally hold an umbrella happens to be right at eye level with other normal people, putting me in serious danger of poking them. So I trekked home for lunch with my arm raised as high as it could go, trying to avoid a lawsuit for accidental assault.
Though it's not really the most ideal weather for my last full weekend in Madrid, it's probably better for focusing on finals. I don't have the distractions of laying in the grass and marveling at the blue sky that I did during midterms. I spent this drizzly morning nestled up in the basement lounge of my favorite café, working on a lit paper and reading a bioethics article. And I actually got a lot accomplished.
Many of my favorite things to do in Madrid are outside, but there are still plenty of back-up options during weather like this.
For example, my friend and I were hoping the rain would hold off for us to enjoy the ambiance of our favorite plaza by eating outside tonight, but if the showers continue to fall, she knows a trendy place in Chueca, the trendy, gay neighborhood, we can go to instead.
Now it's time to enjoy the best Spanish tradition in the rain though -- siesta!
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