Well, Christmas is over, Santa brought us a new heating system, the penguins left my bedroom and I’m now approaching a new critical period of these holidays: getting started for the New Years Eve trip to Madrid with my crazy, crazy family.

Partecipants: Me, Mother, Mother Fiancè (Fulvio) and Little Sister ( Cristina).

Activities:

Me: I packed my camera, a pair of blue jeans, couple of sweater and some hideous red strings for the 31st midnight ( fine, I’m superstitious…so what?Anyway, since my boyfriend will be faaaaaaaaar away, no one will see it anyway)

Mother: since she’s a virgo ( like me, actually, but I must have some crappy ascendant, maybe llama, or goat, in fact I’m ways less organised than she is)  she bought the ultimate Madrid guide ( bible-sized, weights a ton and a half, includes the detailed description of every single street, square, stone and inhabitant in town and in the neighborhoods) and has already started drawing complex itineraries with the aim of making us visit the whole town in three days. I bet that, if she could, she would also rent some bulls to free in the streets like in Pamplona to make us walk faster…crap, I wouldn’t have write this, now I gave her a great idea….

 Fulvio: I’m pretty worried about him, think he got pinched by some tsetse fly  because, as he sits no matter where, he falls asleep…maybe he’s narcoleptic, dunno.

Cristina: she’s been gargling for three days, in order to get her voice ready to annoy us with a list of complainings ( I saw her writing it: I’m angry, I’m thirsty, I’m tired, I miss my boyfriend, this place sucks, the paeilla sucks, it’s too cold, it’s too hot, the sky is too blue and Madrid is too Spanish, just to name a few).

Wish me luck.