The Neighbor Living Above Me.

There seems to be one major experience that I have yet to report - the neighbor living above me.

The neighbor living above me is either mentally retarded or is an old decrepit woman who has dementia. Since I have arrived in Spain, I have been so lucky to hear the moans and gibberish talk of the woman/person/thing living above me. This neighbor has bouts of crazy that last for hours. Finally after a month, I've decided that the sounds are coming from the room above mine.

When I got back from my weekend trip with Hamilton today, I was surprised to hear the chanting, singing and praying of what sounded like a whole convent in my neighbor's room. (Clearly, this person has some sort of problem if there are bands of nuns coming to swing the rosary and pray.) 

So far, my neighbor's antics have been an unbeatable cultural experience. Furthermore, if this is what universal healthcare is going to be in the States, a do-it-yourself rest home where the mentally insane are left without care, I'd prefer to keep our system the way it is.