Ah yes, the weekend. The sacred time when one expects peace, quiet, maybe some questionable snacks, and the existential dread of Monday creeping in slowly\u2014not with a bang. But guess what? Bang it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Saturday, 8 a.m. (or was it 9? Time lost meaning): I woke up to what I assumed was either my death or the second coming of Pitbull\u2014Mr. Worldwide<\/em> himself had apparently reincarnated right outside our front door. But no, it was just the neighbors throwing a Spanish rager that made my walls vibrate like I was trapped inside a subwoofer. I wanted to enjoy my day, maybe do something chill, like not go insane<\/em>. But noooo. DJ Fiesta decided to play reggaeton remixes that even Spotify wouldn\u2019t dare suggest. And just when I thought there was hope\u2014a few decent tracks hit\u2014he ripped them away like my will to live. The beat dropped, and so did my expectations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fast forward to midnight<\/strong>, and the party still<\/em> hadn\u2019t died. But I sure had, spiritually. My room had turned into a bass-throbbing sauna of suffering. I wasn\u2019t sleeping\u2014I was time-traveling through the layers of hell, and apparently, this was Limbo: loud, sweaty, and filled with bad remixes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then came Sunday<\/strong>. Sweet, sweet Sunday. A chance to reclaim sanity. A chance to SLEEP IN.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Valencia said: Nope.<\/em> And as if fate hadn\u2019t slapped me hard enough, guess whose turn it was to clean the apartment? Yup\u2014me and Flo. So while my soul was still crawling back from bass-induced purgatory, I was scrubbing toilets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But wait. There\u2019s more. The cherry on this crapcake?<\/p>\n\n\n\n The toilet seat was nasty as ever.<\/strong> So yeah. Weekend recap: no peace, no sleep, bad music, loud bangs, scrubbing toilets, and shattered dreams. But hey\u2026 maybe next weekend I\u2019ll get lucky and only deal with a mild earthquake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fingers crossed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n xoxo, More videos and gifs for this blog on my Tumblr: https:\/\/afib-in-spain.tumblr.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ah yes, the weekend. The sacred time when one expects peace, quiet, maybe some questionable snacks, and the existential dread of Monday creeping in slowly\u2014not with a bang. But guess what? Bang it was. Saturday, 8 a.m. (or was it 9? Time lost meaning): I woke up to what I assumed was either my death … \u201eEpisode 9: Welcome to the Weekend\u2026 of Pain\u201c<\/span> weiterlesen<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8518,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[91],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-328","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-allgemein"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8518"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=328"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":329,"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328\/revisions\/329"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=328"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/userblogs.fu-berlin.de\/afibinspain2025\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Because BOOM\u2014explosions outside our window. Not just any boom. We\u2019re talking B\u00f6llerknaller<\/em>-level boom. Like someone thought it was a good idea to recreate a Call of Duty intro sequence in real life. I woke up thinking I was back in Berlin\u2026 U8 line at 3am. Trauma. Absolute trauma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because of course it was.
Note to self:\u00a0Don\u2019t have children. Not because I wouldn\u2019t love them. But because I simply can\u2019t handle another toilet seat incident. Ever.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Queen of Bass-Induced Trauma<\/p>\n\n\n\n