Meg Does Laundry

So things aren’t quite exactly the same here. I could go on for days about the things that are different: the food, the way of life, the language… but I’m pretty sure you already knew that. One of the most striking (and unfortunate) differences, however, would be laundry. It is the only thing I have to complain about, and it’s not even that bad – just very inconvenient and something I’m not entirely used to yet.

Back in New York, I’m spoiled during the season because the equipment room does all my soccer laundry and I barely wear anything but my sweats anyways. Out of season, I utilize the laundry room in the basement of the dorms but end up doing my laundry once every few weeks anyways. At home, I try and do my laundry, but most of the time my mom comes by and starts a load for me. Here in Spain, it’s a little bit more of a process.

First of all, we don’t have a dryer. Yikes. I’m aware that most countries use clothing lines and drying racks, but I guess it never crossed my mind when moving to Madrid that I wouldn’t have one at my disposal. When I finally decided to dry my clothes, it a) took three days to dry and b) everything was super stiff (ughh).  Second, our washer fits about two pairs of jeans and a couple of t-shirts. To do the amount of laundry I normally do in New York, it takes about 2-3 times longer (minus the drying time) – it just makes doing a load of clothes that much more appealing (note the sarcasm). Third, we find ourselves doing laundry so much more because we are practically living out of a suitcase here for the next five months and go through clothes that much quicker.

Case in point. I hate laundry in Spain. I need to find a dryer pronto.

Two loads later

Two loads later

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