Today’s guest post is by the lovely and talented Nicole, a blogger, freelance writer, and photographer currently living in Spain. Her geographic distance is a bummer: if she lived closer, I’m sure we’d instantly be BFFs, necessitating that we buy t-shirts with both our faces screen-printed on them, and wear them EVERYWHERE. Sadly, her being in Madrid substantially decreases our chances of running around the mall in matching tees.
But, Nik, if I’m ever in your neck of the woods, we are hanging out. And getting ham. (Matching tees optional.)
Living in Madrid for 5 years has taught me many things, but only 4 of them are vital to my survival here:
- Words mean nothing, it’s all in the hand signals
- Driving inside the lanes is for wussies
- Spanish beer is the second best thing in the world
- Spanish ham is the number 1 best thing in the world
I’m sure you’re thinking, “What? After 5 years here and all you have learned are to flap your hands around, drive like a dizzy monkey, drink beer, and eat ham?
To those people, I reply, “Yes, it’s sad. But do you know how important ham is to these people?”
So important in fact, an actual Ham Museum exists for those who can’t get enough “Pata Negra” at home, or in the bars, or at the movies, etc. Yes, it is “el Museo de Jamón.”