Just one of those days

Today was hard. I had a significantly cranky moment with a classmate earlier, after which I immediately knew I had to take a deep breath and shut my mouth before saying anything further.  It was the first day in a long time that I felt significantly tired throughout the day, the first day I could not bring myself to cheerfully bear the (seemingly) miles of walking that are routine for getting around the city, and the first time that I found myself willingly tuning out of my professor’s lecture to spend some alone time in my thoughts. There could not have been a more perfect day for a yoga session.

Unfortunately, yoga seems to be a habit for the privileged here in Madrid (22 euros for 1 yoga class? Sorry, not happening). The poor woman’s yoga back in the states consisted of free 20-minute yoga podcasts that could be downloaded and performed in my room or at an open space in the gym to my heart’s content. But space is much more limited here – there is no way I could do yoga in my room. I kept hoping I could find a studio with affordable prices but it seems like I may have to get more creative if I want to feed my habit.

I can’t think of anything in particular which may have triggered my sour mood, in fact, today I enjoyed an absolutely wonderful lunch of falafel with hummus and Coca-cola, two things I have not tasted in way. too. long. 

Falafel

Fried balls of chickpea dough commonly eating in a pita 

with hummus, yogurt sauce, tahini, and all sorts of vegetable goodness. 

This is most definitely within my top 5 favorite vegetarian foods.

Add this to the boba tea we discovered (I’ll talk more in depth about this later, though I have mentioned it on Facebook) and the amazing pizza my host mother prepared for dinner a few nights ago, and you would think my cravings for comfort food would be satisfied, but sadly it isn’t so. My roommate and I are currently on the quest to find peanut butter.

At the end of the day, I try to ignore various unpleasantries of the week (like sleep debt and the small tasks that have accumulated into a mountain of work that needs to be addressed soon) and look forward to being in Rome less than 24 hours from now. 

Here’s to Italy!