As I took my seat on el ferrocaril, I rifled through my bag to find my phone and check for missed calls, messages, etc. As I flipped it open, I found no missed calls, no messages, nada. I tucked it neatly back into my purse and thought about what little things have changed since I've been in Spain. As you can see below, my phone is a sassy red color and brings me back to the pre-smartphone era. When I do use Little Red (that's its name), it's usually just to make a phone-call to confirm plans. I rarely text, which is probably the biggest change in my method of communication over here.
Along with Little Red, I always carry my super fancy set of keys, my metro ticket, lipgloss, a hair clip (duh), and some moola. Personally, I think the euro is very pretty. The downside is that our dollar is so weak compared to it. Bummer for my bank account, which is declining wayy faster than I had anticipated. I took my passport out to take with me to Valencia tomorrow because I usually don't carry it with me, just a copy.
Hasta el fin de semana!
Mads
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