I'm a definite believer in miracles. Or tender mercies to say the least. Upon arriving in Madrid, I knew that I would have ample amounts of free time. I also knew that touching up on the piano was something I really wanted to do. I'm currently working on a music minor at USU but even with that I never seem to have the time I need to perfect pieces and just enjoy playing whenever I like. I hoped to find a professor- someone who was qualified and actually could teach me a thing or two. But how on earth to find a piano, let alone a qualified teacher? Hmph. During my first week in the neighborhood my attention was caught by a flyer taped to a light post. Piano, teacher, classes, diploma. Basically all I could understand at the time. It was perfect. My host mom placed a call and before I knew it I had arranged weekly lessons and found a practice room. I couldn't believe my luck. I was thrilled. Coincidence? I think not.
|Another benefit of practicing at Tocar: the pastelleria next door. An absolute|
weakness. These two ladies are such the best. Always asking about my travels,
my family, life at home, and such. More peeps to add to the "will miss" list.
|Panuela. Mi favorito de la pastelleria. Delicious. Ham, cheese, and tomato|
all in a croissant type deal. Hope I explained well. This photo doesn't look
as good as it tastes. Promise.
The piano aspect of my time in Madrid was exactly what I needed. It has been relaxing, rewarding, and therapeutic. I cannot imagine having been here without this part of my experience. It was so great to have a place where I could outlet my emotions and work towards something. Many thanks to Mama and Papa for funding the whole experience. Loved it.