AKA Abraham Bacoln

’cause I think I may actually come home one of these days. It’s looking more and more likely.

I can’t believe that I’ve been here nearly five weeks already. Does it seem that long to you? Yes? It does? Oh, well, that’s strange. Doesn’t feel that long to me.

There’s been a lot happening lately which is why I haven’t written much in a while. Most of it wouldn’t be interesting to you (“but Kevin,” I hear you cry, “nothing you write is interesting!” – enough out of you, I don’t have to take that kind of abuse) so I’ve not been bothering to write it down. Then there’s the fact that I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t felt I’ve had time to write. That’s an utter lie, of course, because I have plenty of time to nap and go out with friends, but you know what I mean. Sometimes life takes pri – no no, hear me out – sometimes life takes priority over writing blog posts. I know that’s hard for you to hear. It’s hard for me to say. The truth hurts.

So yeah, I’ve spent a lot of time with my new friends, one of whom is leaving very shortly, on Saturday to be exact. That means my last week here will be a sad one. How will I survive with only one of my antagonists? I need at least two to keep me on edge and properly flustered and annoyed at all times.

It has been handy having them around. They are quick to tell me when girls are hitting on me, and whether or not those girls are worthy of my attention. I don’t pay no nevermind to what they say, but it’s nice to know that they’re looking out for me. Or maybe just teasing me. That’s why I can’t pay attention. If I start to believe their lies then what next? Whose lies are next on the list? The Republicans?

Ha ha ha, don’t worry, I’m not a Democrat.

I’m a Libertarian.

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are you still there?

Hello?

aaaaaaaaaaanyway we went to La Paloma again last night where all that I could find interesting to photograph was this wine bottle ’cause really, I don’t want my Flickr to become The Ludi and Yuri Gallery. Though would that be so bad? I mean, what else am I going to take pictures of here? Myself? Hah! As if! I mean, as if I could be bothered to do that more than I already do.

I’m rather sleepy so if this is a bit disjointed then so be it. Last night I had the steak again and was beginning to wonder just why the food at La Paloma is so good, and I figured it must be because it’s an Argentinian restaurant and run by Argentinians so they must know what they’re doing. They’re all about the beef, you know. Last night I asked the waiter if he was from Argentina and he said yes, the beef is from Argentina. And yes, that means apparently I’m so miserable at Spanish that I can’t even ask, “Are you from Argentina?” without the person on the other end thinking I’m inquiring about my meal.

No, really, it’s rather loud at La Paloma sometimes. I swear. I’m not that bad. Please believe me.

The point is that they’re importing their beef, and that would probably have something to do with the excellent taste and quality – either that, or he was completely lying, but he appeared to be dead serious, which is a rarity.

Um um um um um what else oh yes I have somehow broken my headphones. They still make noise, but one earbud is cracked and falling apart all exposed wires and the magic is leaking out, and I’m very sad. I will have to make it a point to shop for a replacement during the coming week. I can’t take a whole transatlantic flight without music. I might have to read.

Okay, yeah, so speaking of buying things – you in my place, what would you buy for your friends back home? There are so many touristy options but I want to shy away from those, and everything else (read: luscious bottles of olive oil / wine) either weighs a ton or comes in fragile packaging. I’m thinking about just bringing handfuls of dirt and sand. “I didn’t bring you anything from Spain, I brought you Spain itself.” That’ll work, right?

What else? Lunch today was salmorejo, a soup much like gazpacho but less water and more bread, making it thicker and heartier. The main meal was potatoes and onions with smoked pepper powder (similar to chipotle), a sausage not entirely unlike a hot dog, some sort of green pumpkinsquash that tasted fantastic, and thin-sliced eggplant, fried and kissed with a hint of … well, normally it’s made with a drizzle of ‘miel de caña’ which means ‘honey of the sugarcane plant’ (read: molasses) but today it was made with Roddenbery’s Cane Patch Syrup because I sure brought a bottle here to give to my host family because I am awesome. Did you know that? Dessert was tiramisu ice cream over sliced fresh pears.

And that’s why I’m so tired and full and yeah. Tonight I’m going (with my girls, of course) to see if I can find an alleged wine bar in the city center. Wish me luck. I’ll try to remember to take photos.

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*crickets*

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alright, sorry I scared everyone off with the Libertarian thing. I won’t bring it up again.

Have fun!!!

Comment by Kyla July 19, 2007 @ 11:47 am

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I want you to bring me one of those bull fighting posters! nice!
Keep having a blast for me, Reverend.

Comment by DoubleT July 19, 2007 @ 4:50 pm

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Maybe it wouldn’t be so scary if yuo used a lower case l.

Comment by DadO July 21, 2007 @ 10:49 am

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Look forward to seeing you again! It feels like ages since I’ve had someone to pick on. 🙂 And I am always open to gifts! I’ll take a bead. Then I’ll make a bracelet. Really though, I think just seeing all of your pictures is plenty fine. Miss you!

Comment by stacie July 21, 2007 @ 4:18 pm

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