It's basically about nothing. But if you are already reading this you might as well continue. Facebook won't miss you. I've been quite homesick for some good ol' amurican food lately. My mouth waters when I think about beef fajitas or the grilled chicken salad from Mahylons in Muskogee. And if someone were to say the word "bacon crumbles" to me right now, I would book the next flight home.
On to my current crisis though. I left my water bottle at school today. This may seem like something on firstworldpains but this is quite dire. I don't know if I can make it until tomorrow without water. What? No, I only drink from this one water bottle. It squeezes perfectly into my mouth and water tastes better when it comes from it. Don't call me a little girl. I am a niña. Y quiero mi botella damnit.
The good news about today was that I had three packages waiting for me at the post office. Also good news was that I had asked my mom for socks and she sent me 13 pairs. Sock on that, cold spanish winter. I was only able to pick up two of the boxes though because the third one I had to pay a tarifa on and believe it or not, the Spanish postal service only accepts cash. What year are we in Spain? Did the conquistadors bring this parcel on horseback all the way from the Americas? I swear. I pay for 50 cent gum in the States with my credit card and it is not a mortal sin. But Spain is not America. Thank god.
I do love Spain. I love it alot. I love politely waiting in the post office line to be cut off by three people who only have "preguntitas". Well I only have a little question too. And that is, what is the point of taking numbers again? It's because they were all better dressed than me. My friend has a theory that is inconsequentially true, it is that better dressed people have the upperhand. Yes we already know this, but for example if you are on a narrow Spanish sidewalk coming home from the gym and a woman in her fur coat is walking towards you and there is obviously no room for both of you to fit, who steps aside? You better believe you're sweaty little nike self is the one to scoot.
Watch out when they come in threes too.
I must note that on the day that I am the shnauzier one I notice that the people step aside for me. So it isn't ethnicity selective. Just quality of clothing. Business suits will always bulldoze you. Fact. I've had a few near encounters with almost being run over that still give me nightmares.
Other fact, older Spanish people love to wear their coats on their shoulders. Me hacen mucha gracia. I don't know why. I always think, aren't you worried it will fall? Why not just wear a blanket? Target has great micro-fleece blankets!
Off to spin class. Then to study for a spanish exam that's going to kick my culo to cuba. I'm going to try and write more and something a little more riveting next time. Os prometo. Love. Coco.
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