Namaste guys, I'm back!

Namaste guys, I'm back after a long break from blogging.

With everything going on I've decided to be myself more than ever because who wants to keep pretending to be something they're not? I certainly don't.

I've spent the last few years wondering what the heck happened to all my plans of going to live in a new city and bbeing the person I've always wanted to be but couldn't back home.

I moved to Madrid on March 26th 2008, 24 hours before my 29th birthday. I was moving in with a friend who turned out to have issues with everyone, including herself. My best friend was out there to give me moral support and has been continuing to do so since then.

More than 3 months later I moved out and lived on my own in Goya. By then I had found a job which I'm still in to this day but will leave .

Things didn't work out. I'm not a party girl, I don't do clubs and I don't appreciate being pimped to people and expect to show reverence because you did me a favour which I have always shown gratitude.

Moving on, I found some of the best places to go to in Madrid , and I'm still looking because there are more places to check out apart from night clubs and go bar crawling.

In case I haven't mentioned it before, I love food, I love historical places and I love music.

I don't care if Bono from U2, liked to go drinking in this Popular Irish Pub in the Centre of Madrid. I mean it's cool, but one of the two times I was there, just as we were leaving (the ex flat mate from my first place in Madrid)
this guy walked in and we just stared at each other like "hey do I know you! " and I thought I'm pretty sure he's a dancer. 5 months later, there he was on stage. 1 year later , I looked at a charity calender I bought in Madrid in 2007 with naked artists and there he was!

And do not get me started with my love affair with the restaurant VIPS.

I met this guy who I'm still with now despite all the ups and downs . He's not perfect and he's got some issues that he needs to deal with concerning beliefs and education but hey he makes an awesome ceviche and is handy with a sewing kit!

I became a mum to a little girl who's Now 4 years old and is into those silly toy review videos on you tube so much that she wants me to "call" Ryan's mum and ask her if he's allowed to come over and play.

It's hysterical because she comes out with funny things and she does drive me nuts by waking me at 2 am for milk and the twinkle twinkle little star song and she will tell you off if you cross the road when the little red man is still flashing!

why am I back you are asking?

Because it's time I do something constructive with my blog and a you tube account that I haven't done anything besides post comments and look up videos.

I came here to Madrid 9 years ago because I wanted to make a difference ce in my life and enlighten others through blogging and go to all the cool places in Madrid and review a ton of stuff.


Well that is what I'm going to do and more.

Morgana's World and Morgana's Kitchen.

Till then, Namaste til the next time!

You think the Walking Dead Zombies are scary? You should read this.

I didn´t even think I would write this on here because I was respecting someone´s right to express their beliefs but even this is too creepy for me.

just like Rick Grimes I enter a place where it seems cool but ít turnns out to be darn scary. Now thinking back, I´d rather teach my daughter common sense and how to think like divine human being without the fear of guilt instead of spendind the next 22 years of her life feeling unhappy and with a lot of questions.

I was a bit pissed off when I discovered that some guy from David´s christian church decided to speak to him alone pointing him out that his "way of living" is "wrong" and he needs to make some choices. one of them was not sleeping with his partner. in other words me.

Oh God another "sex police" wannabe. there is nothing wrong with sex.. I doubt it was created just for procreating.

he isn´t the first person to get on my nerves.

I had a dream that warned me about my new friend and her family. needless to say since my birtday I have no heard from them since.

don´t get me wrong. I am grateful for the help these people gave to my daughter and myself but when I´m around these guys I can´´t be me. I have to listen to things that I can´t be bothered to listen to.

I´ll go by parts shall i? I found out later that they were christians then I discovered even later maybe too late that they´re a little hard core for my taste. some of the things they suggested for example removing what ever I have with "Hello Kitty" belonging to my daughter because it could slow down her process to speak was a bit of nonsense.

the older of her two boys is experimenting with some phrases and he came out with a comment which surprised me. what surprised me more was his mother telling me that children are born with evil. that was enough for me.

Their church they go to is even more extreme but I smell set up from the get to. now I have seen things like fainting, crying and so called "speaking in tongues" in other places, but this was going on every few minutes not to mention poeple screaming hysterically! and I don´t know what this reverend was trying to do with his staring though a little intimiating was no match for me. don´t have a staring contest with me. i invented that!

Valerie was a bit calm at first but after a few hours and then listening to the trumpet loudly, she began to feel uncomfortable and wailed.
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Since then Í´ve listened to this poor boy tell me that my tattooes are bad, Monster High is bad.... and so forth.

There was me happy that i´d finally met a friend to talk to with a baby and now I wish that after the 3rd encounter I should have stayed at home.

Oh these people are really clever in opening th draw full of "shit" so you can feel vulnerable and sad so they can "save you" but once you tried to be you again they try to pu you down again.

My last encounter which annoyed me was when we were celebrating my sister in law´s birthday and some chick starts running her mouth by saying she saw me in a bar in Madrid the weekend before with Valerie. I said no it wasn´t me so she changed it to someone who looks like me. Luckily David believed me because we were at home around the time she claimed she saw me.

one of the 10 commandments is about not bearing false witness. christians my foot.

I am happy to go along and pretend I consent to my daughter to follow this hype but I refuse for her to be taught lies and stupidity.

If i do see my friends again i´ll pretend it´s business as usual because they´re not bad people, they´ve just got the "zombie" syndrome.

What would Rick Grimes do in a situation like this?

Free to express myself by writing whenever I want!

I use to paint and draw many years ago. It the only way I could express myself without having to speak because no one would listen and if even if it was my only way for me to express myself I was always put down and made fun of and this was from my own family members.

slowly I gave up on art and secretly began writing. I say secretly because I did show a couple of people and although one gave me advice on how to make my work better some chick who couldn´t even speak English properly told me that I needed to make changes in the characters and I couldn´t use the person i wrote about as a muse. i never showed anyone else. I thought the cheek of this girl. It doesn´t matter what my story is about and who I chose as my my muses. For example my hero from the age of 9 and now is Bret Hart. whilel every girl in my age group were drooling over New Kids on The Block,Take That and other Boy Bands who eventually split, I had my eyes set on a person who wans´t a singer or an actor and while my parents and brother tries to get me to change with threats, insults and other people butting in, I didn´t listen. Then afterward came, other muses, Carlos and then Jesus. two people who woke something in me and I had to write more. of course I had a bot of compertition from writer wannabes who did nothing but pretend to support me then in their underground forums insult me. their stories were the same shit about kidnapping and torturing thier so called favorite singers. One finds inspiration anywhere if they are open to it. Thsnks to my friend Mia who helped me to open up to new things and since May 2007, I began the journey of the next story i´m wirting. In September of 2007, Met a person who inspired the wolf tattoo I´ve got on my left wrist and the book i´m working on while i´m maternity leave is slowly buliding up. I´d like to thank everyone who believe in me and feel I have what it takes to write. everyone else can get stuffed.

Back with more than 2 cents.

It´s been more than a year since I posted something on here. I was in Italy and I was commenting about how a completely useless person who thinks he´s some big shot superstar thinks that he´s going to get a platinum for his songs if you can call them that. I try not to be a resentful person but it is really hard when I meet people who do nothing but let you down or stab you in the back or at least try to. One person that I am going to talk about claims to be David´s best friend. I say claim because he´s the most unreliable person I know and a hypocrite. The only thing that is worth some kind of appreciatioin on his part is that thanks to him, David and I are together but other than that I´m glald he´s kept his distance. Like David, Erick arrived from Peru on the same flight would you believe, recruited to work in Spain. the difference between the two is outstanding. I´m not saying it because David is my man but even long before we started going out, i could sence that there was something about Erick that I didn´t like. He´s never stopped telling everyone that he´s married but felt the need to shag any bird who didn´t know what kind of a person he was. then he would put his wedding band on like it makes him a better person. then he lectures me about moving to a side when David is suppose to bring the mother of two of his kids to Spain. like thst´s going to happen. Hé´s confused me with Emily. the girl he use to live with a few years back. Now that Erick´s wife in in Spain, suddenly he doesn´t want to be seen with us. apparantly she has a problem with David and me being together living together and having a baby. Like she´s going to pretend that before she came to Spain ahe wasn´t seeing anyone in Lima. No one is perfect and it doesn´t help thinking that you´re better than everyone else. the Truth will come out Erick and when it does you´re screwed! Before I go, i´d like to mention that the is Justice in the world. remember in previous posts there were comments about a worker named Jessica. she must have got on more people´s nerves apart from mine because they moved her from the post she had at the airport to another post far from her home. First Parla and then Toledo. I think it´s a tactic to bore her into quitting. there´s more. Another stuck up bossy cow also got her own. Erika, a so called hostess who´s not only rude to the customers but racist too, was releived of her post as hostess and demoted to regular worker. i´m not one to laugh at other people´s digraces but they deserve everything they get.

Very far from the tooth fairy!!

Remember a couple of years ago when I had tooth trouble and everyone was nagging me to see a dentist?

Well after having been to the emergency room in Madrid and given pills. I thought that was the end of it. until 5 months later when it began coming out in pieces. I was left with half a wisdom tooth. it was a year later that I went to a dentist. I didn´t have a choice since it was my friend and sister of my boyfriend.

a couple of weeks ago I was in agony. I thought it was gum problems but before I could say I´ll be fine, David was on the phone to his sister booking me a late night appointment to see her the next day.

result.... Root canal on one of my front teeth. apaprantly it began rotting when the dentist in the UK. put in the filling when I chipped it. this was why I never went to dentists.

And as for the rest of my wisdom tooth? it fell out in 2 pieces last week.

The way the crisis is affecting spain these days I think I need to give the tooth fairy money and not the other way around.

Being Me

I looked back at the last 12 months with joy sadness and perhaps with a different perception on how my life in Madrid has been since I last moved out of another flat. Somewhere between shoving all my belongings a shedload at a time on Metros for a week and then going on the move again using a shopping trolley from "Eroski" I discovered that I´d lost myself somewhere.

And just recently I´ve found myself saying "where have you been?"

OK I appreciate everyone´s intentions in wanting to help me find my way, get comfortable or what ever it is but, I need to do this my way. And if it means going through every single one of my chapters of the book I have been writing for almost 2 years and re wrtie it, then I will.

Don´t get me wrong, I´ve had some interesting experiences and my experiences come to life when I´ve lived them.

As some of you, once in a while my sixth sense decides to reveal itself. It can leave me shaken but For those who think that it´s evil or It´s messing around with I "Un Godly" things. perhaps they should dig deeper. I know that there are people who are hiding something. perhaps a gift that they were happy enough using when they were younger but got the "lecture" about how wrong it is. And maybe they still do it but hidden.

The only difference with me is that I´ve only just started and I only want to do good. I only want to help if people let me. I don´t offer miracles because as I said I am still learning.

Tings would be a lot easier if people just faced their fears. I know a couple of people who need to face theirs. I know what base of their fear is and they need to wake up and face them head on. Because I am not going to do it them for them.

Last year I had to face one of mine. Of course what I didn´t know was that I was heading into an "ambush" which OK at the time worked. I couldn´t spend the rest of my life being angry at that person or at myself. It wasn´t my fault and that person wasn´t in his head at the time.

The important thing is that I survivied and I´m free.

I´ve decided to show my true colours at work. I said that I would be putting my foot down more often. I just take everything with a bit of calm. So what if there were a shed load of people queueing up for food? there were other restaurants as well in the airport and if the managers are so concerned that there aren´t enough chips why don´t they give them to the customers raw? Oh and this is precious. I can´t thank David for bringing me a box of fries anymore because these people immidiately think that we´re up to something. I don´t see anyone else giving me a hand in the kitchen and unless we have our hands all over each other then they can tslk but until then....

So what if I speak more languages than they do. it´s a free country last time I looked and if I want to comment in English then I will.

And this is the best part. I decided to lose some weight that I had put on during the summer so I asked a friend of mine to sell me some Herbalife products and then a month later I asked for her to sell me the liscence to sell so I can get the products at a discount. I managed to lose 20lbs in the first 2 and a hald months and sbout 30 inches of hips, thighs, bust and waist. which is impressive. I´m now what you call a size 36 in most Europrean clothes shops and I´d dropped 2 dress sizes. I feel better than I´ve felt in ages.

But as usual some like to comment. I´ve heard some say that this is nothing bujt a fad diet, that it´s all going to go back on. Apart from the 6lbs I put on when I was in Italy, I stopped taking the products for a month and only gained 7 inches everywhere. Everyone at work can continue to eat the junk there which they call "food" if they can call it that because it marvels me how they can tell me that they´ve all put on weight since starting work there and ctitise my quest in putting heathly products in my body which have been selling for 30 years and the sole reason why the this product was created was so that people could lose weight safely and not put chemicals in their bodies.

David takes Herbalife because he was nursing a pot belly that would make an "Ekeko" proud and he only had to take it once a day. And of course there were comments made towards him to.

What you eat today, will have effects tommorow. believe me I´ve seen it in my family and other people I know. I´m not saying you can´t eat this or that. Just be careful.

I seem to be taking a few other things with calm where as last year, I would have gotten upset, I guess some people need to learn that they are not the centre of the attention or God. I had an incident annoy me right off earlier today and I am not going to put up with it. rather than keeping quiet, I am going to politely make an issue about it.

Sorry but no one will be spared this time.

I think I have been patient long enough and the true me is not going to take a back seat again.

El Inti De Oro: a place worth getting Lost over.

I thought since My Blog has mostly been about Madrid and up until a few months ago, I was reviewing musicals, concerts and other places I had been to. why not a restaurant. and Since I have made no secret at all that there are certain things I love and certain things I don´t like.

We went when Mia back in April when she came over for a week, for the IL DIVO concert in Madrid.I arrived at her hotel room at midday and we spent the best part of early afternoon looking for a restaurant that some of my friends suggested we go and eat before going to the IL DIVO concert. It was called “RIBS”. Which gave you an idea of what was on the menu. Meat and lots of it. We didn't feel that this place had anything appetizing and since we had a meet and greet, there was no way we were going to this, full, bloated with meat breath.

After that we got a bit lost looking for “Touch Me” a shop where they sell gothic clothes, for example, Corsets, capes and lots of weird and spooking things you might see in a Nacho Cano musical.

We did find a couple of places which were the subjects of hauntings and murders, and there was some pretty interesting clothes shops that I hadn't seen before. This was Mia's first trip to Chueca and of course I couldn't resist showing her my favorite bench on Vasquez de Mella Square. Looking back on it, she wondered how close I must have been to meet everyone at the closing ceremony of Gay Pride in Madrid in 2008.

Travelling all the way down to Anton Martin, we decided to see if we could find the “Peruvian” Place she wanted us to visit, ever since she came out to Support me in March 2008. She couldn't remember the name of the place, only that it was next to a vegetarian restaurant and it was in a corner street after passing the Westin Palace Hotel. The fact that it had been a few years since she had been there with her partner Ulf and their Spanish friends meant that we didn't have much to go on. We spent the best part of an hour looking for it and I suggested that we look for clues for example it might have some tapastry or it probably had a girl's name like a lot of the Peruvian places I'd been to.

After making a wrong turn yet again, I suggested to Mia that we look on the next street. And said if it's not there we'll go else where. Suddenly Mia remembered that the restaurant may have been located where we would have originally turned. I had a feeling that It was around that area. She suddenly remembered that her friend was telling her about the attempted uprising in Congresso de Diputados in the early 80's. It was a bit of a coincidence that I was reading about this place the night before only to find out it was a clue.

After a few steps, from the distance I could see something which looked like a sign with a gold disk. It rang a bell but as soon as I read “Peruano” and Mia confirmed that this was the place. We went straight in.

My God was the place impressive. It everything in there was Peruvian all over. Even the waitresses were dressed in traditional costumes. There were maps, paintings tapastry and a table with every food product you'd find in Peru. We were quite hungry but it took us ages to figure out what we wanted to eat. Since the vegetarian stuffed yucca wasn't on this menu, we decided to try something else. I hadn't tried it yet even since going out with David and he's suppose to be an expert at making this dish. (he is as well, he even taught me.) The ever impressive Ceviche.

Ceviche or “Cebiche” is a dish which is prepared with either fish or seafood. It's marinaded in lime juice for a few minutes. I didn't think there was anything more delicous than Sushi until I tried this. I guess it's Peruvian “Sushi” because the fish is raw. Still that didn't stop us from ordering one between us as a starter. That and a “Pisco Sour” each.

I have to say that was heavenly, but I will argue that David makes a delicious version with Octopus. yum

I may have explained that this, (Pisco Sour that is,) is a typically Peruvian cocktail made with a drink called “Pisco” and from what I understand contains syrup, lemon juice, egg white and sugar. This tasted better than the other version we had in September. It was sweet,it gave you a warm feeling on the inside and even though you could taste the strength of the alcohol, you could feel it. That was what a cocktail was suppose to taste like.

We ordered a “Picante Camarones” each. Which was a sea food dish with a rich creamy sauce. There were about 6 Tiger Prawns or Crayfish, I'm not sure what, the plate was nicely decorated but not to the point where you thought “wait are you suppose to eat it or put it on display?” We thought the music was very relaxing, typical folk music (I'll get back to what it's called.)

I thought the signs on the toilets were a scream. They were typical Peruvian expressions used to describe the opposite sex, like “Guys and Dolls” “Dudes and Chicks” this was “Cholitos and Cholitas” I though it was hysterical. I did explain to Mia afterwards and she told me the stories Ulf told her of his
childhood in Lima.

Time for another “Pisco Sour”. We realised that the glass was a lot bigger than the one that we each drank from in “Fogon de Claudia”.

Needless to say that the second glass was making us tipsy. Very tipsy.

No meal would have been complete without a dessert so we tried something that we didn't know what it was. “Suspiro Limena” or “Limean Sigh” I guess it means it was discovered in Lima. And what a discovery. It was a caramel based dessert. Forget “Dulce de Leche” this was delicious! That and the coffee liquer shot with cinnammon we had each compliments of the house.

It was their way of saying “We know you think this place costs an organ to eat here but we want you to tell everyone the food is great and we treated you really good so you can come back again and again!”

Mia Obviously came back and I did too.

there is a Menu of the day where if you have no Idea what to have as a starter, they bring you a dish with every Starter you can think of, with Papa rellena, Ceviche, Anticuchu, yucca... yum.

Anyway if you happen to be in Madrid and want to try something Peruvian with a 5 star feel. this is the place.

for more details. here´s the website.

http://www.intideoro.com/