Ranting n happenings

I've changed the language of this blog to English due to complaints. I hope navigating is now easier for you allz.
Sketchy people are on my mind today so lets talk about them. So the other night I was in downtown Madrid and was headed back to Alcalá at 3am which is terribly early by Spain standards and was the reason why I was making the trek alone. At 11:30p the Cercanias trains which connect Madrid to its suburbs stop and at 1:30p the Madrid Metro stops. When you pass both these times it means you are destined to navigated los búhos (the owls) or the night buses that start running at 1a and go till 6a when the metro opens (the cercanias open at 5am but if the metro isn't open then there really isn't a easy way to get to the stops). So I was figuring out my route bus by bus and as I was waiting for my first one this guy who maybe drunk or on drugs or maybe just an interesting guy starts talking to people at the bus stop and others were talking to him so when he starting talking to me I joined in the conversation. One thing I hate though and I don't understand why people ask is the, "where are you headed?" question. Which, okay when you are making conversation at a bus stop maybe is kind of expected but needing specific answers isn't. I'm headed home/to a club/to a friend's house etc should be really really more than sufficient but soo many times people really really want to know more. Where? Obviously when I'm traveling alone this is not a question I answer but instead of showing them I'm sketched I'll usually always mention the small town my school is in because no one ever has any idea where that is. Sometimes though people are just too darn curious and still want more. Eventually I have to get to the point where I tell them "I prefer not to say". I would think that any normal person who wasn't planning on following me home wouldn't be asking me the exact directions to my house and yet I run into people practically asking me exactly this all the time. I'm starting to wonder if its a cultural thing but I find it really annoying and kind of rude. Especially, when people take offense to me not telling them exactly where I'm headed--well too bad for them, they can cry to me all they want I'm stay stubborn about this rule of mine.
Another pet-peeve. People trying to pressure me to eat their snacks. Kinda sounds silly but to me its really not. I've heard a few stories of people (especially on buses) who meet a really nice person who offers them a drink which they see them open, they accept and then they are drugged. I remember on specific instance on the bus from Córdoba to Madrid, which was like 6 hours, there was a man sitting next to me with alll sorts of snacks and opened like everything he had trying to get me to eat or drink something laughing at me and saying well you have to eat something! Actually I don't. I'm never going to eat your stranger snacks Mr. Stranger.
I actually believe that the vast majority of these experiences I have which make me really uncomfortable and I feel are really sketch actually aren't. I think the world is filled with almost all good people. Its just that one sentence phrased wrong or just being really really nice and offering me your food or trying to be really helpful or wanting me to tell you exactly where I live to help me figure out my route late at night to get home safely is going to make me label you a sketchball and make me keep my distance just in the rare chance that you aren't Mr. or Ms. Helpful.
Sometimes it just gets really tiring always being on the lookout for Mr. n Ms. Sketch and it gets really frustrating when people who probably aren't actually you, Mr. Sketch, do obviously sketchy things to someone who is obviously traveling alone.  When people ask me if I am and I go with the, "No, no, I'm with my friend but they are meeting me right when I get off the bus etc etc etc" people always laugh to themselves. Its an old line, everyone knows exactly what that means--you are totally totally traveling alone alone. Anyway, basically I just wish people would stop asking me where I'm headed and trying to feed me. I'm gluten intolerant and probs can't eat anything you have anyway peoples! If everyone in the whole world would stop doing this, I wouldn't have to write this blog out of frustration and my travels would be easier.
Okay phew! Sometimes you just need to vent!
Now what have I been up to:
I found quinoa! I walk by an Herbolarío which are just like a small natural stores which I had read on the internet had quinoa and the one I found didn't...ha, but the old man behind the counter wrote it down on a list and said to stop by tomorrow afternoon and he'd have it! Now lets just see the price when I go...
Oh yes, had my first experience with Spanish healthcare this week. Well I have private insurance so its not the real Spanish healthcare that the gov't provides. I just had a really bad cold given to me by all those snotty nose children I work with I'm sure and when you miss a day of school you have to get a dr.'s note justifying your absence so I was just going to get that note. I get there and the front lady tells me to go ahead and go into the Dr.'s room cause she doesn't think that there is anyone inside. So, I do but there is definitely someone inside. Opps! Kinda awkward. That was a red flag difference between US and Spanish healthcare cause they would never just have yo go check out yourself to see if you were interrupting someone's doc visit or not. They also didn't go through all the motions of the Dr.'s visit that they do in the US. I've never gone to the Doc without BP and temp taken, probably height and weight too. None of that was done at this visit and I was even sick! She listened to my breathing, felt my neck and took a look at my throat then gave me mi justificación and I was outta there without making a prior appt in 7 min maybe.
Oh yeah, some other interesting bits. So school sometimes has people come and try to sell us things during our teacher's break where we eat snacks n chat while the kiddles are on recess. I'd heard this happens really frequently at some schools but this is the first time I'd seen it personally. A nice old salesman in a tweed jacket with a paisley handkerchief in the pocket and patches on the elbows brought knives, pots n pans, a vacuum and a memory foam pillow to sell to us. He gave his shpeel and I think a couple of the teachers did buy things. He also handed out free kitchen scissors to everyone that were quite nice and I was psyched cause I didn't have any scissors. Anyway, just thought that was something you wouldn't have seen during school hours in the US. Also something you wouldn't see is teachers kissing the kids which you see all the time here. On girl was crying cause she is 10 and life is hard I suppose and the PE/Math teacher was teaching (he looks and moves almost exactly like Mr. Bean!) and saw it so he just walks over n hugs her, whispers something calming in her ear and kisses her all over her face. I think it is really nice, it was very calming to her and she immediately recovered and the class went on but oh my goodness! If that happened in the US! lawsuits would be filed.
Meow, okay there's your update. Till next time!