Ice, Spice and Good Tidings.

Clara is gone for a week. Which means the secador is gone for a week as well. I thought it couldn't get any colder here, but then I went outside with wet hair. And thanks to James Cameroon, I know that being wet and cold is basically fatal. I need the hot African sun like never before. And mark my words, when I get back to Oklahoma I am sleeping in the dryer. Almost as an anti-protest. Just a love-fest. I miss the machine that makes my clothes hot and snuggly, so very much.

Ok now something about Spain? Ummm...... if they say something is muy picante, this means it has little to any spice at all. Ask for muy x 45 picante (this doesnt translate dont actually say this). I had a dinner party recently and made curry. Knowing that spice levels were skewed to the bland side, I made it not very spicy. I'm not some spicy oficianado (please don't dump a jar of cayene in my dish as a test when I return) I just like some zazz. Anyway, all the Spanish friends were basically in tears after eating the curry. I guess I next time I'll be more curryful.

Must go. Im preparing for my classes and we are teaching Christmas Carols. I hate teaching words like "good tidings" and "kin". Its a thorn in my side to think that one day when they are traveling in Arizona, they won't be able to remember "paper towel" or "roadside assistance" because back in 4th grade the American taught them words used once a year in Christmas carols.