Good news, everyone! I have roaches. (In case you're
unfamiliar with the 'good news, everyone' thing, it comes from Futurama, and
when it's said bad news follows). Actually, I suppose I have roach. Not a big
roach, about small/medium sized. I discovered him in my room, which I guess is
better than the shower, but I'm still pretty upset by it. Unlike spiders, I
have no fear of roaches, I just hate them. I've only had the pleasure of living
with them once, and that was in Costa Rica. Luckily, I was left an industrial
can of bug killer, designed for roaches. It took three direct hits, and it's
still twitching across the floor (and I do mean across. It's moved to the left
a good ten inches). So... yeah. Tomorrow before I go out I will definitely be
spraying the rest of the floor. I know where there's one there're more.
Enough of that. I still don't have internet, and like the
junkie I am, I'm having withdrawal. All I want to do is check Facebook and my
email and this and that at the other!! It's very telling, but it doesn't help
that I really don't have obligations right now. I went to another chino today
and bought a thicker bed cover, because I was freezing last night. I also got a sponge and some of those
laundry clips. I hung dried two articles of clothing today! I'm a little afraid
of them falling off of the line. They will literally land in a pit, from which
I will be unable to recover them, but everyone will always be able to see them
and constantly mock me for my foolish American ways. But so far so good.
I went to the main church in the town for mass today, Maria
la Real, and it is even more beautiful than St. John of the Cross. I took a
bunch of pictures which I will be posting. I also took some video. After I
finished doing both of those, I noticed a sign telling me not to do either of
those things. Also, normally tours of the church cost 8 Euros, but I just stuck
around after mass. Ah well, too late now.
Tonight's concert was another orchestra, but definitely more
geared for the older crowd. There were a few moments of awkwardness where we
all left a giant arch of space in front of the stage. It finally got filled up
with dancing couples, but it took a paso doble and cumbia for anyone to move
in. Dance in Spain is pretty interesting. Obviously, there is a great history
of dance in every part of Spain, but to watch the young people dance, it's
almost the same as America. I think there are more popular dances that involve
hip thrusting in Spain. What shocked me about that one was not the move so much
as the fact that people of all ages participate. ALL ages, from little ones to
the elderly. I also saw two guys almost get into a fight! The one was sitting
on a bench, and the other one was basically on top of him making the 'come at
me bro' chest puff thing. The guys wife had to pull him away from bench guy,
but the come at me guy just kept going back and doing it again and again. They
had to leave the plaza, leave their friends, it was really strange. Oh, and did
I mention these guys were both in their 60's? Yeah.
Interesting cultural observation today. I left my sunglasses
on the ground today at another concert, and someone was nice enough to return
them to me. But the weird thing was, to get my attention, she touched my waist.
That was super... odd. In America, I would think we'd go with arm or shoulder
or just say something without touching the other person. But what I have
discovered is that people in Spain will reach out and touch you to say
anything, or to call your attention to anything. Luckily, because personal
space is really not a thing in Spain, I've shrunk my bubble to only ward off
drunk men, so it didn't really bother me. On a similar note, you don't have to
apologize for bumping someone, nor do people say salud when you sneeze (not
just when I sneeze, I've noticed it with others as well).
I've got only one day of this festival left, and honestly,
I'm relieved. Not only because that means someone can give me internet, but
also it means I'll be starting school. I really want to work. I need some sort
of routine and labor to keep me from going crazy. People to talk to would also
be nice.
Well, I'm going to call the cockroach. Time of death, 1:05.
I think I'll read some Storm of Swords before I go to bed. The book split in
half a while ago, and the last pages keep tearing. Better get through that
before I lose some vital information.
Update, 1:27. The roach is twitching again... I'm pretty
sure it's coming back to life. Perhaps the roach killer should just say
"If you don't want roaches, burn your house down and start over."
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