1. The exchange rate. I'm getting about 70 cents to the dollar or paying $1.30 ish for 1 euro.
Also to add salt to the wound I tried to the wound I tried to withdraw money from an atm, forgetting how weak the dollar is, and got charged a finance charge for each attempt (three total).
2. The mullet is back in style in Spain. I was told by a British girl living here that if you don't specifically tell the person cutting your hair not to give you a mullet, they'll cut it that way. There isn't enough space on my memory card to take a picture of all the mullets. The same British girl told me it has already reached the UK. Will the craze cross the Atlantic and wash up on the shores of New York? Countrymen beware!
That's all the bad I can think about. Now for some good thoughts.
I've swam in the Mediterranean four times in four different places. The water isn't very warm, but it's fun to jump into the sea.
I had the best paella in Santa Pola. I thinks that's the third or fourth time I've had it and this by far blew the others out of the water. I still think about that episode of Seinfeld everytime I hear the word paella.
The American expats here have all but stolen my passport to keep me from leaving Spain. They were all surprised yet not surprised when I showed up at a birthday party last night.
I was at a Spanish BBQ where I had a blood sausage, quite tasty actually, I thought they were going to tell me I was eating bull testicle or ox tail or worse.
I met my friend Guillermo's parents and 94 year old grandmother. His mother is like all mothers, almost force feeding us when we stepped through the door. His grandmother even at her age is still very spry. As we were doing the customary fairwell (and greeting) of kisses to both cheeks I mumbled adios and she, standing tall at 4 feet 5 inches and not needing her cane at all, squeezes my face with her hands and says something to me in Spanish. Even though I didn't understand her, I deciphered the meaning as "stop mumbling and say adios to me properly" which, to her delight, I immediately did .
In conclusion exchange rate and mullets - bad, Spanish people and people living in Spain - good.
2. The mullet is back in style in Spain. I was told by a British girl living here that if you don't specifically tell the person cutting your hair not to give you a mullet, they'll cut it that way. There isn't enough space on my memory card to take a picture of all the mullets. The same British girl told me it has already reached the UK. Will the craze cross the Atlantic and wash up on the shores of New York? Countrymen beware!
That's all the bad I can think about. Now for some good thoughts.
I've swam in the Mediterranean four times in four different places. The water isn't very warm, but it's fun to jump into the sea.
I had the best paella in Santa Pola. I thinks that's the third or fourth time I've had it and this by far blew the others out of the water. I still think about that episode of Seinfeld everytime I hear the word paella.
The American expats here have all but stolen my passport to keep me from leaving Spain. They were all surprised yet not surprised when I showed up at a birthday party last night.
I was at a Spanish BBQ where I had a blood sausage, quite tasty actually, I thought they were going to tell me I was eating bull testicle or ox tail or worse.
I met my friend Guillermo's parents and 94 year old grandmother. His mother is like all mothers, almost force feeding us when we stepped through the door. His grandmother even at her age is still very spry. As we were doing the customary fairwell (and greeting) of kisses to both cheeks I mumbled adios and she, standing tall at 4 feet 5 inches and not needing her cane at all, squeezes my face with her hands and says something to me in Spanish. Even though I didn't understand her, I deciphered the meaning as "stop mumbling and say adios to me properly" which, to her delight, I immediately did .
In conclusion exchange rate and mullets - bad, Spanish people and people living in Spain - good.
1 comment:
ahh!no mullets please!
aren't old people awesome? i came home from spring break and there was a message on the machine from my grandpa saying "happy easter bunny!!"
when im old im going to be as awesome as him:P
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