Writing a blog is the hardest thing I've ever done.

But I will attempt and in current fashion I will write about whatever bizarre topic Im thinking about right now, which happens to be......about my recent rendezvous with the website Stuff White People Like. I try not to frequent it often.

As a generic white person, I feel extremely accosted when I read about myself being a stereotypical white person doing stereotypical things such as this year off. Its nice to laugh at but I'm sure there's an entry for you too. Stuff White People Like Entry #1899 Reading Camille's Blog About Nothing. What's the name of that restaurant where they yell profanities at you during your entire meal? (We never had such thing in Oklahoma but we heard about it). Anyway, its the same kind of personal assault I feel now. (So I hear).  I think we both know that if I actually went to one of these restaurants and anyone used such a caustic tone with me when I asked for water, I would probably just cry my own glass instead.

I try not to look at the list of Stuff White People Like because when I do I get depressed and realize they know everything about my pigeon hole. Of course I prep for a year for my favorite holiday, Halloween. I carry my disposable grocery bag and throw away my coke can when the recycle bin is too far away. Its a good thing my only outlet to the White World is through the internet now. What is the new trend? Are we still harrassing people wearing Ed Hardy? Taking pictures of cute old men? Everyone (erudite twenty-something year olds such as myself) knows being old is cute and envied.


Oh by the way, I am alive. I went on a hiatus from my blog. That may be a euphamism. I am also "soaking" about three pans in my sink right now, and I think we all know that is the glorious cop-out for putting off dishes until you are disgusted with your messy kitchen (and needing one of the said pots). How about I just upload some pictures and you all can guess the rambling that otherwise would have been supplemented? Travel pictionary.






They call this beauty "hot chocolate". Goodbye weight loss. Hello tastebud fiesta.

Halloween was done right in Madrid. That is, until I paid an arm and a leg to get into a horrible 7 story discoteca, then paid another extremity for a drink and later was almost trampled as the stampede left the building. Our lights actually saved us and we were able to find each other amidst the chaos. At the end of the night, I felt like a true Chilean miner.

Estamos vivos! We're alive!

Strolling on the beach before we had a Magosto (event where you roast chestnuts).

Hello fareros! (lighthouse workers)



Isn't she a beauty? Best day yet. Getting to go with the workers
to service the lighthouses on the Isles Cies.

I think I made Manuel nervous because I kept asking to drive the boat.

Um yeah we hiked that. Had to service that lighthouse!

Trip to Portugal

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Went to my teacher's house in her home village. Turns out her house is older than my country.

Ok now for update with words: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Life's a peach. I teach English. I learn Spanish. I eat bad food. I watch trash t.v. in Spanish (I didn't know trash t.v. could get more awful and confusing). And I don't even feel remorseful that I have since forgotten such words as resume, interview, 1040 ez, forbearance, etc. My fingers even stuttered typing them. Its going to be a hella transition coming back to reality.

Here are some goals:

Stop ignoring my blog.

Give more attention to the gym. (The front desk guy actually say things like "You came back! -in spanish- and Im like yeah... that doesnt translate to something nice. Or maybe its ok to be more blunt here.)

Attempt to talk to understand old people at the bus stops. They always talk to me in mumbly spanish-gallego and I smile and offer a peice of gum. I wonder how I am percieved here.....

Get a camera and take pictures. Iphone is great but I dont think it substitutes.