Today I went on an “adventure.” And while today’s happened to be fairly fun and funny (in the nervous giggle kind of way), it was still an adventure. Those who know me should already know I hate the word adventure in relation to unexpected detours–my mother knows this all too well.
In any case, I found myself in the back of cab with my two favorite grad students. Kelsey, whose computer decided not to work, was accompanied by Jess and me. We were three explorers in search of an Apple store. Several confusing interactions later, we found ourselves leaving the center of Madrid, which should have been our first sign that something was up. Then we came to the highway, which we all know to be “the road to Salamanca.” After 20 minutes, we had arrived.
So there we are, casually walking across a parking lot seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Because what else would we be doing right now? We had gotten out of the taxi–the ride definitely cost over 30 euros–in what I can only describe as a desert that happened to have a mall in the middle of it. If I hadn’t been there and been perfectly hydrated, I would’ve said it was a mirage. But the mall has a name, so you can check it out for yourself–Gran Plaza 2.
Inside the mall, the first thing I noticed was the escalator. Which wasn’t quite an escalator. It was sort of like what would happen if an escalator and those moving belts you find in airports had a child. I was intrigued and perplexed, which always seems to be a good way to start things.
But it turned out fine, as you can clearly tell from the fact that I’m blogging. I’m alive. I got home. No drama.
So, we found the Apple store in the mall after using the (touchscreen!) directory. We passed a Dunkin’ Donuts, which, I’ll be honest, I was a little bit TOO excited to see. But what can you do, right? Jess and I were given permission by Kelsey to go wander while she waited to be helped, so we went to the only place we could logically go.
For fro-yo, obviously.
I’ve been missing out on Pinkberry for the last month–and don’t get me wrong, Spain is wonderful reason to miss out–but it was great to have some frozen yogurt that tasted the way I’ve decided it’s supposed to. It was just what we needed.
Unfortunately, the Geniuses were unable to help Kelsey. She’s been a trooper through this whole mess, but it really makes me question how Apple decides just exactly who can be a “genius.” So, we were resigned to figuring out how to get home…
Which was entirely different adventure of its own.
As it turns out, there’s a bus that goes from a train stop very close to our apartments to the mall we found ourselves at. Good. The bad news was, we seemed like crazy Americans because we clearly had no idea what we were doing. No really, no idea what we were doing. We were definitely made fun of, and no one even attempted to hide it. But, despite the long ride and the stifled giggles of people on the bus, we made it home (without a fixed computer…).
To be honest, I probably would have made fun of us too…