Anyone that knows me well will know that I literally never shut up...ever. The only negative school report I ever received was in P2 and my dear old teacher said that I needed to learn to be quiet because I was distracting other pupils. I guess I never really took her advice on board. Well, for the last 10 days I have been without a voice. 10 DAYS!!! And it has been absolute torture.
I'm going to fly back in time and talk about a time when I still had a voice.🙃 The long weekend before I lost my voice was a simply incredible one. The Thursday of that week was Día de la Hispanidad and therefore there were big celebrations happening across Spain. I went to a military parade with some of my friends from church and the atmosphere was simply incredible.
On the Friday and Saturday, Molly and I decided to scratch two new places off our lists so we headed to Alcalá de Henares (birthplace of Miguel de Cervantes) and Aranjuez. Both towns were great to see, but we very quickly ran out of things to do! Unfortunately Anna couldn't come with us as she was getting over an illness.
This last week has been pretty difficult for me. I finally started to feel like I was settling in, everything was going well. I have a great job, a great group of friends and a great church - so many things to be thankful for. Then, I lost my voice. I know it is "just a voice" but it's only when you lose it that you realise how much you need it. This last week I have felt quite lonely and isolated at times. Obviously, communication here at the best of times can be somewhat problematic because I'm constantly speaking in a second language. However, trying to get my point across in Spanish and without a voice is next to impossible. I have spoken to a speech therapist and I went to see a doctor (which was a complete car crash) and both advised voice rest, and the doctor prescribed an antibiotic and thankfully I'm starting to feel slightly better.
I don't want to dwell on the negatives because it makes me sound like I'm not having a good time, when in actual fact I'm having the time of my life!
Last Friday was my lovely flatmate Anna's birthday. We had two extra bodies staying in our flat which made everything a little bit more of a squeeze, but it was great to see some new faces. On Saturday evening, Anna had some of her friends from university over at the flat for some drinks. What started off as a fairly civilised gathering of friends turned bizarre very quickly, as our neighbours were also having a party and decided to join. The massive group then went out in search of a club at about 12:15am, and given that it was voiceless and wrecked, I stayed at home drinking tea and eating digestive biscuits - I know how to party👌🏼
My favourite day of the week is without a doubt Sunday! I live for my Sundays. I wake up in the morning and the only thing on my agenda is "go to church". However, most Sundays I don't make it home until about 10pm (after leaving the house before 10am!!) because I spend the entire day with people from church just doing fun things and spending time together - which is obviously FAB for my Spanish, but also makes me feel great because I actually have friends (yay!)
Sunday past was my FAVOURITE Sunday yet (even without a voice). After church, we went to this cute Mexican restaurant called Takos where they sell Tacos for €1 and they are beautiful. After filling up on tacos and quesadillas, someone suggested that we go hire bicycles and cycle along the Madrid Rio which was the best idea! The last time I was on a bicycle, I was cycling down the towpath at Shaw's Bridge with my dad so it really made me think of home. Although I have to say the Madrid Rio is definitely a lot nicer than Shaw's Bridge! After our long cycle, we went and sat at a cafe and had drinks to cool down and plan our next move. We then decided that we clearly hadn't eaten enough that day, so went to get waffles at a class place called MadWaffle - an absolute must for anyone visiting/living in Madrid! After eating the waffles, the 5 of us who managed to last all day headed to the Royal Palace to watch the sunset and it was a spectacular finish to a simply brilliant day.
To follow on from a wonderful Sunday, Monday evening was equally as delightful. I went to my first classical concert in Madrid with my friend Oriana and her older brother Lorenzo. It was actually my first ever classical guitar concert and it was sublime. The guitarist was the world renowned "David Russell" who is from Scotland and has also won a Grammy so he's a pretty big deal! Oriana accidentally misread the starting time of the concert, meaning we arrived over an hour early. It actually worked out for the best because we had the opportunity to sit in a cafe and just chat (even with no voice!)
Today I am particularly excited!! Why??? Because the Fiddis fam are currently en route to Madrid✈️ it has been almost two months since I last saw my mum, dad and Josh, but I can honestly say that the time has FLOWN. I'm beyond excited to spend the long weekend with them and to show them the place I now call home. Also, tomorrow I get to go on a school trip with my 4 year olds to the farm and I don't know which I am more excited for...seeing my fam or seeing the baby animals!!!
I am slowly but surely getting better and I'm confident that by the weekend my voice will be back to its normal self. Madrid is still great, I am still doing well and I can't wait for my family to see this amazing city!
Thanks for reading, next time it hopefully won't take as long to give an update!!
"Those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."