I havn't written anything yet cuz its always sooo crazy here. im sitting at a tapas bar outside and its soo busy. apparently schooools IN for the yearrrr (horrible alice cooper reference...schools out for summer? eh eh eh?) Anyways. the guy that works here is our best friend. you buy one drink and he gives you three plates of tapas. do keep in mind its all stuff i would never eat (except the bell peppers and potatoes, but im not down for the questionable looking fish spine??) hes a little unhappy were not guzzling the paella. sorry. thats just wrong. squid eyes staring at u in the face, no gracias. nobody knows. not my fav thing in the world. anyways ive been here for liiiikke a month now. almost? i think. time feels a little nonexistent. ive tried to figure out if its going super fast or super slow and all ive figured out is that i forgot wat it was like to eat american food. and by american food i do mean mexican food. many many nights have been spent thinking about far off places like taco bell....I have pretty much acclimated to the food here, im much better off than my first two weeks where I literally ate bread. I eat grilled cheese AT LEAST once a day, if not three times. too much has happened in the last month to write about. but i promise ill write more as time goes by (soooo slowwwlyyyy). but heres a quick summary of life in este momento. i live with sara (and almost emily, shes right next door with 3 thirty year old men). i also live with three spaniards. well actually two. and the third one is either gonna be from barcelona or france. nobody knows. i gotta turn on the hot water for my shower and hope to god it doesnt run out otherwise ill freeze to death. our washing machine takes 6 hours give or take a little to do one load of laundry. we share a line to hang up clothes with our neighbors across the way. they have stolen six of my white tshirts and a dishtowel. some crazy barcelona old hag called the police on me and sara our first night in our apartment cuz we were TALKING to loud. im going to ireland next week. tracing my roots. hopefully ill sing in a pub with a bloody right irish gent. alright. im officially....delerious? yes. sucked up quite enough motorcycle exhaust to last a lifetime and the sound of honking horns is drivin me un poco loco.theres a frikin annoying man asking me for the password at the cafe. just buy a stupid drink u cheap idiot.
es todos....escribiré pronto.
abrazos para todos
