tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57165402011-04-22T03:11:39.169+02:00Know somethingMy daily adventures of living abroadJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comBlogger3141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1125676144663116292005-09-02T17:48:00.000+02:002005-09-02T17:49:04.666+02:00So, I decided to start something over here: http://loadmito.blogspot.com. Maybe you'll take a look sometime?Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1124733040960616352005-08-22T19:49:00.000+02:002005-08-22T19:50:40.966+02:00I just can't keep away! Well, I found out one of my stories if finally published online. Take a look at Dead Mule: http://www.deadmule.com/content/?p=90Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1124646726668011932005-08-21T19:40:00.000+02:002005-08-21T19:52:06.676+02:00Leave it to food to make everything better.In the interest of time and, well, interest, I thought I'd post a quick dispatch from the city until i have the time and resources to start a new blog somewhere else. Is anyone still checking/reading this? Not even sure, since I signed off about a week ago.Early in the week it was gray and cloudy and muggy and ugly here. then we got all of our stuff intoJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1124060635309039512005-08-15T00:57:00.000+02:002005-08-15T01:03:55.316+02:00I have to admit, it doesn't feel like we're moving. Not quite. No, rather, it's just another trip and we'll be coming back here in a few weeks and getting ready for another group of students and then take them all around Spain.Thank god, no more students, no more of that. But I'm sure I'll start missing people and things here soon enough. But first, I just want to get to New York, see our new Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1123943787776581392005-08-13T16:20:00.000+02:002005-08-13T16:36:27.820+02:00Scotland, sol and shit.Stuart planned a Burns night, a traditional Scottish party that usually takes place in January to coincide with Robert Burns' birthday, for the summer since he happened to have a haggas in the freezer and plenty of Scotsmen and women around. I brought along a bottle of cider since it's from Asturias and had a bagpiper on the label (didn't know that northern Spain is all Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1123773492596514362005-08-11T17:17:00.000+02:002005-08-11T17:18:12.603+02:00the countdown: Five boxes sentFour bags packedThree days to goJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1123055747422787582005-08-09T17:48:00.000+02:002005-08-10T12:04:00.236+02:00Met up with Jill and Garry (editors of the BCN Review) for a few farewell copas the other night and finally stumbled upon a bar that serves leche de pantera (panther's milk). I'd never heard of the stuff until last year when Canadian Chris was here and searching it out to no avail. The kids next to us began passing around an unmarked brown bottle and tapping out cinnamon and I realized, there it Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1123416004518015382005-08-07T13:58:00.000+02:002005-08-07T14:00:04.526+02:00Patricio is back!And he comes bearing many gifts. So, not only do I have a new friend/lover to play with, I have hats, finger puppets, jewelry and other precious indigenous crafts and doo-dads. And now one week to pack it all up and get ready to take it all to our new home.Yay!Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1123263927582254282005-08-05T19:04:00.000+02:002005-08-05T20:27:08.333+02:00I met Tristan on Tuesday night. Well I guess it was already Wednesday morning. "I've been looking for you," he said as he approached me at the locker, as I was getting dressed."You have?""Yeah, I saw you and then couldn't find you. What are you doing now?""Umm, going home I guess.""Want to get a bite to eat?""If that's what you want.""Yeah, I'm starving.""There's this place right across the Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1123094474178275322005-08-03T20:30:00.000+02:002005-08-03T20:44:08.956+02:00Last night was strange, today is even stranger. I can't tell if it's because I haven't really eaten any substantial food, haven't had a full night's sleep or because I've met too many young guys who make me feel old and tired. Or maybe I've been drinking too much coffee that my mind doesn't work properly without its extra boost (two cups yesterday which is a super punch in the gut for me). PleaseJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1123014692779095542005-08-02T22:20:00.000+02:002005-08-03T10:29:26.800+02:00Got a call from Stuart last night that there was a carvan heading out to Figueres on Tuesday morning. It's been an idea of mine to make it back there since Suzanne and I tried nearly two years ago and failed to get in the Dalí museum, so I said I'd go.Met early this morning, got in the car and headed north, up to the Costa Brava. We made better time during this expedition and didn't get shut out Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1122883181510534652005-08-01T09:36:00.000+02:002005-08-01T09:59:41.576+02:00Today's Mim's last day in BCN so we went out for tapas last night. Once they kicked us out at 10:30 (whoever heard of a place in Barcelona closing at 10:30?) we decided we needed another drink.Her friend Maria (a beautiful blond Swedish girl) recommended going to Kabul, a youth hostel in Plaza Reial known for its recepcion/bar. They serve half liters of beer for three euros. So that's what we didJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1122810420057098252005-07-31T13:03:00.000+02:002005-07-31T13:47:00.116+02:00Lisbon is the smallest big city I think I've ever visited. Perhaps it wouldn't shock me so much if it weren't for the fact that it has so many centuries of history (you know, like people who first circumnavigated the globe and all; great big empires; being a Roman town and Moorish seat of power) and is located in such a beautiful location. I would compare it to San Francisco, but, alas, I still Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1122474113136739462005-07-27T16:19:00.000+02:002005-07-27T16:21:53.146+02:00About to catch the bus to the airport for yet anoter European capital, Lisbon. I'm so excited: I'm finally going to a place that neither P nor RJN have been. And they've both been EVERWHERE. Either that means there's not really much reason to go to Portugal or I'll have stories that are just mine. Look for a post in a few days...Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1122384816829670782005-07-26T15:30:00.000+02:002005-07-26T15:33:36.836+02:00Well, the girls have gone and should be in London by now. A night alone, maybe a movie and then off to Lisboa tomorrow. Patricio is off to Puno and Bolivia.All this moving, can't wait til it all settles down a little.Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1122241242960087792005-07-24T23:31:00.000+02:002005-07-24T23:40:42.966+02:00While N & G were getting holy at the Cathedral today for a spot o' mass, I was sunning myself with Guillem in the Barceloneta. My mind wasn't working all that well since I'd been out until the wee hours and was still recovering. Maybe that's why it took me a while to figure out that loud group of Brazilian women were really not. Nor were they men. They were certainly something in between. It was Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1122136342772555552005-07-23T18:00:00.000+02:002005-07-23T18:32:22.803+02:00Siesta time.Just woke up from a midday nap and thought it about time I updated what we've been doing. We were out late last night after going to La Pedrera's summer weekend concert series. I wasn't really interested in the band, but thought it would be nice to visit the iconic Gaudi apartment terrace at night (something I've been trying to do since our first summer here) with a copa of cava. Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1121902912650972462005-07-21T01:37:00.000+02:002005-07-21T01:41:52.656+02:00So over the past two days Nicole and Gabriela have managed to some of the major sights of Barcelona. Impressive. So tomorrow we're heading out of town to Tossa de Mar, a small seaside village with a medeival castle and lots of other old-world charm. The following day we may go see Montserrat with its crazy rock formations (the ones that showed up in lots of Dali paintings) and then some wine/cavaJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1121786125448156202005-07-19T17:13:00.000+02:002005-07-19T17:15:25.456+02:00Nicole just arrived! with her friend Gabriela. They're all showered and ready to face the city. More exciting details (i'm sure) to follow...Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1121700119777600282005-07-18T17:02:00.000+02:002005-07-18T17:21:59.823+02:00Had a wonderful, peaceful Sunday yesterday with Bea and Carlos. They picked me up in the morning and we drove to the Alt-Emporda (the Costa Brava near the French/Spanish border). Language lesson: domingueros -- noun. plural. all those people who pack up their belongings and bring them to the beach or park and set-up their house in an empty lot and picnic for the day. From domingo (Sunday). Syn. Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1121272757395298672005-07-13T18:19:00.000+02:002005-07-13T18:39:17.430+02:00Just got back from a beautiful morning at nudist beach in Sant Pol (about an hour north of Barcelona) with Guillem. Why the hell didn't I go to the beach more last year? What was I thinking?I usually try to keep myself somewhat covered during these nudie excursions (not out of modesty -- please! -- but because I don't want to get my stuff singed) but let a little more light touch my bare bum thanJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1121079299244001412005-07-11T11:02:00.000+02:002005-07-11T12:54:59.280+02:00Finally spoke with Patricio. He's now in Pisaq, Peru, in an area a little harder to get internet, so he called instead and told me of all the things he's been eating: like guinea pigs. And, of course, hey says, they taste like chicken. Other than that, he's on his way to Machu Picchu this week and then has two more weeks in Cusco, before he heads to Chile. Lima seemed to be a bit of a Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1120822634168014212005-07-08T13:16:00.000+02:002005-07-08T14:33:37.956+02:00Last night I organized what will most likely be my last writing group in Barcelona. Some of the old stalwarts showed up so we could talk about each other to one another's face. No, really, it'll be sad to not see my writing pals on a regular basis, but I'm looking forward to an even more creative (and bitchy) group in New York. I ordered a pink frothy thing in a martini glass to celebrate (white Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1120741548438735792005-07-07T14:54:00.000+02:002005-07-07T15:05:48.443+02:00Another city that I've been in recently that has had bombs go off on trains. So strange. But P's sister and brother-in-law are fine, my friends (who've all been returning home to London) appear safe. So it becomes an unexpected day of watching CNN International.Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1120488758933531372005-07-04T16:51:00.000+02:002005-07-04T16:52:38.940+02:00No fireworks here (for once). But happy 4th of July anyway. What I wouldn't give to be with my friends right now, in someone's backyard with a grill and some beers...Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1120217237929398592005-07-01T13:11:00.000+02:002005-07-01T13:31:26.303+02:00I was waiting in the Barceloneta to see Susan perform with her African dance class. But first I watched: a quartet sing "All By Myself" (in Spanish which was translated as "Sola otra vez") and the 4 non-blondes one-hit "What's Up." That was followed by five separate groups of flamenco dancers, tango dancers, bellydancers, improvisational dance, salsa, Latin dance and some traditional Indian danceJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1119970537509245142005-06-28T16:53:00.000+02:002005-06-28T16:55:37.516+02:00Michael Chabon (from "Blumenthal on the Air"):"And, anyway, friendship is different in another language; a foreign friend doesn't have to understand what you feel, and I don't expect it. It's enough if he understands what you just said."Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1119838104490127442005-06-27T04:06:00.000+02:002005-06-27T21:37:06.570+02:00P left for Lima this morning. 6 weeks of me time. I missed his presence as soon as I got home, but must admit I was also glad he was out of here for a while: he's been so laconic and semi-depressed with nothing to occupy his attention. Some time in the mountains with Incan ruins should keep him plenty busy. Now, time to get to work on my projects...Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1119695055616045532005-06-25T12:17:00.000+02:002005-06-25T12:24:15.650+02:00The party was low-key and fun, with a second-string contingent showing up at 2 (four drunk Irish girls, one fancy free Scottish man in tow) to keep it going until 4 when we were tired enough to kick em all out. The agua de valencia was a hit (one part cava, one part fresh orange juice, add vodka until satisfied). Really it's a big bowl of mimosas with a kick, but it's a perfect drink for summer -Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1119629250571431622005-06-24T18:04:00.000+02:002005-06-24T18:07:30.576+02:00First was the rooftop terrace party with the yummy pot brownies. Then the walk to the beach, "throwing off our kit" (as the Brits say) and walking into the water naked with thousands of others under the moon, fireworks bursting in the sky. Then the crush of the metro ride, the walk to the club Metro and leaving sometime this morning when it was bright outside. Now it's time to prepare the house Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1119285258358259332005-06-20T18:07:00.000+02:002005-06-20T18:34:18.403+02:00Russell Shorto's piece in yesterday's New York Time's Magazine, "What's Their Real Problem With Gay Marriage? (It's the Gay Part)" did an excellent job of revealing just what is going on in the heads of all those Christian conservatives fighting for a Constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage. What does it mostly come down to? People are fucking bored.He profiles one woman in Maryland who Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1119137170970356012005-06-19T01:16:00.000+02:002005-06-19T01:29:28.623+02:00I met Guillem today to walk to the manifestación at Placa Universidad but I had to leave before things really got going good. It was a manifestation (and yes I know the word in English is demonstration but I like using the Spanish, since then I can say "I'm manifesting!" It sounds so much more exciting.) in favor of gay marriage since religious groups and conservatives had sponsored one against Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1118832821596847392005-06-15T12:09:00.000+02:002005-06-16T17:36:41.513+02:00We lost our free internet connection so never did another update from Mexico City but now we're back in Barcelona and I can do a proper wrap up.Saw lots of modern mexican architecture, but since I know most of you aren't interesting in hearing about Luis Barragán and his stepped sequences, uses of color and landscaped texture, I'll keep that to myself and hope it comes in handy some day when I'm Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1118271358941007552005-06-09T00:47:00.000+02:002005-06-09T00:55:58.946+02:00Yesterday walked from el centro historico to chapultepec park down paseo de la reforma. I don't recommend it. this is too FAR. Mexico City is not intended to be walked like this. The only thhing I can compare it to was a silly exploration of Atlanta while I was in college when jeanee and I walked from Peachtree Center in downtown Atlanta to the High Museum in Atlanta. It was horrible. Our missionJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1118066609213853972005-06-06T16:00:00.000+02:002005-06-06T16:03:29.220+02:00Hola desde la Ciudad de Mexico!Yep, we're on the same continent as most of you and I'm plotting where breakfast is going to be (looks like Casa de los Azulejos in the Centro Historico this morning). Then see what we can see on a Monday when all the museums and stuff is closed. Had fish tacos with room service last night. I don't usually trust hotel restaurant food, but these were some amazing Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1117555711587382492005-05-31T18:02:00.000+02:002005-05-31T18:08:31.593+02:00A big mac, large fry, coke."Just like the states!" P said.Except we had to take a taxi to the train station to find a mcDonald's so we had something to eat before we headed out to the gay T-dance Sunday night.So, yeah, it was a strange start to a night.The club, Space, which is the BCN location of a popular Ibiza club was slick, loud and full of pretty, shirtless boys. We lasted for a bit longer Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1117366261528542872005-05-29T13:14:00.000+02:002005-05-29T13:31:01.536+02:00Every year for my birthday, along with several of our other gemini pals, Natalie would prepare an amazing feast for us all to enjoy. I've missed those communal gorge-fests but luckily I've been able to make up for it in some ways here.Continuing with the week-long birthday celebration that should be renamed "how I ate through BCN on my 28th", Guillem treated P and me to a birthday dinner at posh Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1117206180092506482005-05-27T16:45:00.000+02:002005-05-29T13:14:09.446+02:00Let me tell you, I've eaten well while in Barcelona. Yes, I can still recall how difficult it was two years when I arrived here and had to start paying for my own food. After the sweet deal of writing about food and getting my meals reimbursed, it took some adjusting to forking over my own cash for a meal. Fortunately you can eat extremely well here for not much money. Plus, my meals have been (Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1116972479746769142005-05-24T23:56:00.000+02:002005-05-25T00:07:59.756+02:00It seemed appropriate to see Star Wars Episode III yesterday. I mean it was 28 years ago and that the first one came out, so it felt write to work it into our birthday plans. After having a nice lunch outside at Lupino (tagliatelle with aubergine and rabbit in a yummy sauce followed by lemon sorbet) we headed over there. P was disappointed that ol' Darth is still such an idiot. He kinda idolized Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1116851096130649022005-05-23T14:23:00.000+02:002005-05-23T14:24:56.140+02:00Rule #1: Don't do drugs that deplete your seratonin levels two days before your birthday. You end up moodier and weirder than you'd normally be when you turn a year older.Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1116673986035263412005-05-21T13:04:00.000+02:002005-05-21T13:13:06.470+02:00I walked home and opened the door at 7 a.m. this morning. Brian was on the phone. Tray at the computer. Ben in between. "Why's he on the phone?""Well..." Tray started.Seems that today's flight from barcelona to madrid is actually for tomorrow, and too late for them to make their connecting flight from Madrid to JFK. So, panic.Can't change the flight to today without being charged a fortune. CouldJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1116443801871853032005-05-18T21:13:00.000+02:002005-05-18T21:16:41.876+02:00We broke open a bottle of cava when they got here.Tray and Brian finally arrived!I mean, they ended up driving the entire Iberian peninsula (Sevilla to BCN is a LonG trip, even for Americans) and they saw some parts of Spain that I've never even dreamed of visiting (Murcia? Alicante?).So, to find out the details, you can read his blog. But he's here, napping on the bed (not the couch, thank god) Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1116370423254211482005-05-18T00:43:00.000+02:002005-05-18T00:53:43.263+02:00P update: So I haven't been giving as many updates as to what's going on in Cuba because it's been strange and sketchy. I got this email on May 12:"the histeria is gone, and shit i have not done anything wrong its just a bureacratic thing, but things here are strange, kafkian, they say something and that is it, no quetions no arguments, so one has to keep that in mindthe boss is speaking every Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1116344799520520142005-05-17T17:46:00.000+02:002005-05-17T17:46:39.590+02:00The seals at La Fira seem perplexed by their two guiri occupants. Or maybe the humans are the ones who should be scared of their amazing feats of balance. (pic by Tony W.) Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1116236207285129392005-05-16T11:28:00.000+02:002005-05-16T12:23:00.193+02:00My brother graduates from high school next week, and I'm reading the NYT's series of pieces on class and inequality. And if you want to see where you fit in on the scale there's even a little handy chart.It's triggering lots of reminders of childhood things that I've absorbed but haven't always dealt with.For ex: growing up in a military caste system there is one great division: the officers and Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1116006380170087382005-05-13T19:43:00.000+02:002005-05-13T19:46:20.176+02:00Opera was flooding through my window. I heard the tenor, the soprano and looked around for a source. The last time I heard something this loud coming in, it was a big Brazilian street party. I considered ignoring it and then thought, What if there's a big opera street party? So I actually went out to check it out. Nada. But what other city would I even consider that there could be opera in the Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1115762912576342232005-05-11T00:04:00.000+02:002005-05-11T00:08:32.586+02:00I am trying to rescue Patricio.The Cubans want P outta there. Seems they're not happy that he was on a tourist visa and is doing research and working with the university there. Also there is a big demonstration planned and Americans are there to add to the protest and they suspect he may be there for that as well since he's been before. So they're telling him he needs to leave Havana or his Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1115716866995263412005-05-10T11:08:00.000+02:002005-05-10T11:21:07.100+02:00Tony slept on the couch. He slept fully clothed. Sometimes with shoes on. Tony slept on a couch that is really only made for two people. He would huddle, crouch, scrunch. One morning he had pulled his arms into his black t-shirt and looked mummified. He pulled his denim jacket over his head to keep the sun out. He refused blankets, pillows. He wanted to sleep on the couch but one night (after a Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1115311231233751892005-05-05T18:36:00.000+02:002005-05-05T18:40:31.240+02:00Boqueria shopping today: 1 kilo* of clementines (59 centimos)1 kilo cherries (5.99)1/4 kilo of porto mushrooms (25 centimos)2 bunches of seedless green grapes (1.50)1 kilo of strawberries (99 centimos)1 kilo of blood oranges (69 centimos)1 bunch of tender garlic shoots (80 centimos)It's days like this that I know I'll miss this place. (* remember 1 kilo is equal to 2.2 pounds. That equals a Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1115201317235197912005-05-04T12:00:00.000+02:002005-05-04T12:08:37.260+02:00So today Tony W. visits. Could get interesting...Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1115050866001075262005-05-02T18:15:00.000+02:002005-05-02T18:21:06.003+02:00He's only been gone for a few hours, so why do I already miss him so much? I guess it has to do with spending every day, all day with him. You know I used to think I was co-dependent (ah the power of pop psychology) and then "cured" and now I realize I have a super independent mate but yet I spend all my waking hours with him. And why do I feel like something is weird with this picture?So, P leftJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1114848970492941352005-04-30T10:11:00.000+02:002005-04-30T10:16:10.493+02:00In a list of new music on It Hurts to Breathe's site I saw a link to The Strugglers.I don't know what the music sounds like yet, but it brought back those days of senior year at OU and the shirts that Yellow Peril had made up for Amy and me as graduation gifts (she was only a wee peril then, but still as witty as ever).And aren't we still strugglers, one and all?Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1114704610275010782005-04-28T17:50:00.000+02:002005-04-28T18:10:10.276+02:00Last night Rufus rocked in all his queer glory.Pedro showed up around 4:30 while Patricio and I were showing Ash the ropes for his new job as us. I met Pedro through bookcrossing and he showed us around some of the smaller pueblos in the Pais Vasco last year. He was in town just for the Rufus Wainwright concert and crashed at our place after the concert. First we hit up an English language (Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1114588368594257122005-04-27T09:51:00.000+02:002005-04-27T09:59:17.676+02:00I don't normally post these tests, but the English lit nerd in me couldn't resist:Variety VillainYou are 33% Edmund-like, 44% Iago-like, 22%Shylock-like, and 44% Macbeth-like. You are a mix of all different kinds of villains. You are equally like Edmund (from King Lear), Iago (from Othello), Shylock (from The Merchant of Venice), and Macbeth (from Macbeth, dur). Good for you! Just make sure that Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1114542986030511882005-04-26T21:12:00.000+02:002005-04-26T21:16:26.030+02:00Nothing much new going on:start my next (and final) Spanish class this week, an extensive class (meaning meets twice a week for two months) that is FREE!had a brunch with some friends on Sunday and felt the huge generational gulf between me and many of the other young folk I come into contact here for their "European experience" grow even widerthe next professor who will be taking over Patricio'sJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1114101618275322242005-04-21T18:38:00.000+02:002005-04-21T18:40:18.276+02:00My 10 year class reunion is this July, and I think I'll miss it since I won't be returning til Aug.But I also don't know if I'd enjoy it much since it seems like everyone is married, has kids and most of the events are designed to show off said kids. And the people I want to see the most: the slutty girl that felt me up on the way back from our senior trip to Disney World; the obsessed girl that Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1114100659169754072005-04-21T18:13:00.000+02:002005-04-21T18:24:19.170+02:00Ratzinger, PapaThat was yesterday's headline on the "Metro" free daily paper above a full-color horrorshow of a man: arms raised, bags under his deep-set eyes, a yellow, crooked slice of a mouth with double chins tucked into his velvet mantle. Rudi says he's the evil incarnate. He's a friend from Berlin who arrived in town yesterday and, when I asked him if he was happy about a German pope, he Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1113933463942470472005-04-19T19:49:00.000+02:002005-04-19T19:57:43.943+02:00Patricio leaves in less than two weeks; the start of his big summer journey. We've both been bitchy and tense, and I realize now it's probably because: he's tired at the end of the semester, ready to move on with what the future holds and also not looking forward to weeks of being in hotels and traveling. And I'm just worried about not seeing him for so long. I mean, we do spend almost every day,Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1113423847796260652005-04-13T22:24:00.000+02:002005-04-13T22:24:07.796+02:00Here I am on the back of the camel in Saqarra with the wind BLOOOWWING. Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1113423275513506812005-04-13T21:38:00.000+02:002005-04-13T22:14:35.516+02:00I never thought I'd be so emotional on arrival in Cairo but, as we flew over and I caught my first glimpse of pyramids, I teared up and felt a great surge of excitement. We'd been flying for hours. It started with a delay that began in Barcelona since it was the day before the pope's funeral with lots of priests and fanatics with his image around their necks, and we subsequently had a layover in Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1113341924682267662005-04-12T23:36:00.000+02:002005-04-12T23:38:44.683+02:00Just got in after a long day of mummies, smog, taxis and flights. If I hadn't made a stupid mistake we would have been here HOURS ago, but that would have also meant making our 3 AM FLIGHT!! Luckily we DID miss it and took the one at three in the afternoon, which left time for some quality time at the Egyptian Museum with Tut and the rest of the gang hanging out there in shreds and sarcophagi. SoJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1112996474406733342005-04-08T23:39:00.000+02:002005-04-08T23:41:14.406+02:00YES I'M ALIVE!! Just found out that the bomb was major international news today on CNN.People at a dinner party told us last night and it "altered" our trip to the pyramids a bit today, but that was all. that market is a major place to go, and i'll be visting on Monday to look for great gifts. This city is crazy, amazing, incredibly corrupt and cool. More later. Much love for all the concern...Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1112826440255644212005-04-07T00:11:00.000+02:002005-04-07T00:27:20.256+02:00Oh, by the way, did I mention that we're leaving for Cairo tomorrow? That's Egypt, not South Georgia. Oh and it's 12:30 and we still haven't packed? And our flight is in 6 hours. Oh shit.Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1112799132982791322005-04-06T16:30:00.000+02:002005-04-06T16:52:12.983+02:00New vocab:mariconear: (best translation I can think of) to go "fagging." I love how you can take a noun and make it a verb in Spanish!Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1112711113956094852005-04-05T16:04:00.000+02:002005-04-05T16:25:13.960+02:00Two more reasons why I don't think I could ever truly fit in here:There are three lines at the post office today, about 20 people waiting. I try to figure out which one to get in and finally decide to straddle two, just in case. When I finally decide to go in one direction I hear a woman behind me speaking to an older man."I'm in front of you." She's probably between 55-65, short, dark skinned Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1112261515589873182005-03-31T11:28:00.000+02:002005-03-31T11:31:55.590+02:00To balance all the incredible things happening for my friends and lovers -- I just found out I was a runner up for nonfiction in this contest with University of New Orleans. Runner up's good right? It's for the revised version of an essay I wrote regarding Cuba.Strangest thing -- I didn't find out from the people running it but from this woman in California who does a writers' workshop here in Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1112222663171890212005-03-31T00:41:00.000+02:002005-03-31T00:44:23.173+02:00Congrats to Guillem for the pre-estreno of his play tonight. It's amazing sitting through close to two hours of a play in a language you only casually know (Catalan) and still get. Bravo, sir, bravo.Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1111869439168835942005-03-26T21:27:00.000+01:002005-03-26T21:37:19.170+01:00I met an albino bisexual named Laura last night. No, for real, would I shit you?We were dancing at Salvation with these two cute boys, Thomas (Scottish) and his boyfriend Nilo (Argentinian), who she's friends with. She looked pale and blond in the disco glare, but when the lights came up at the end of the night (or I guess morning since it was 6 a.m.), I noticed pink eyes and a magnifying glass Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1111788472231053452005-03-25T23:00:00.000+01:002005-03-25T23:07:52.233+01:00Flipping through the channels on this day of crucifixion and I see the men and women crying in the streets, whipping themselves, hoisting up huge floats with million dollar statuary of gold and silver and bleeding jesuses. Then I get an email from a friend from the states: an Easter e-card with bunnies and chicks in cute pastels of pink and green. Is there a disconnect here in this most holy of Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1111774690418732192005-03-25T19:14:00.000+01:002005-03-25T19:18:10.420+01:00Well, it's been a while since I've had something published. But, just so you all know, I have been busy working on several projects, along with my regular writing of fiction. At last, there's something on the web to read. I interviewed the two Spanish translators of I Am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe and it's made its way to The Barcelona Review. Of course there are other interesting things up Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1111673893892813552005-03-24T15:16:00.000+01:002005-03-24T15:18:13.893+01:00My friend CC, a very talented illustrator and cartoonist in Atlanta, has published his latest comic endeavor online, Abel Boddy. Check it out, but warning, not intended for those under 18 years of age.Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1111611185036620822005-03-23T21:29:00.000+01:002005-03-23T21:53:05.040+01:00Still sorting through the fallout of this last trip back "home" to Atlanta. Thanks so much to everyone for being so wonderful. I saw so many of the people I adore and felt so welcome and loved. It made all the other confusion and difficulty worth it. Today we were in three countries in such a short period of time, probably not the best time to try to concoct something coherent to sum up all the Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1110960213518861472005-03-16T09:01:00.000+01:002005-03-16T09:03:33.520+01:00No more guessing games.P was accepted to his PhD program at Columbia (ain't it great to feel wanted?).So now we can finally start making serious plans on what our next step will be when we leave Spain (which will be in July or August most likely).Yep, that's right -- we're moving to NYC. Let the games begin...Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1110754658868832832005-03-13T23:20:00.000+01:002005-03-13T23:57:38.870+01:00ROAD TRIPThanks to Guillem's wonderful planning I finally got my calçotada experience. Last year Cecilia and Yoel tried to get us to one near Barcelona, but we ended up lost and hungry. This year, my final season for calçots, I couldn't leave anything to chance, so Guillem went to work, finding a restaurant near Valls in the Tarragona region of Catalunya, the birthplace of calçots. We reserved a Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1110322608510633602005-03-08T23:55:00.000+01:002005-03-08T23:56:48.510+01:00I just found out today that Rufus Wainwright will be playing Barcelona April 27. Maybe I'll finally get to see a band while I'm here? I saw him last time in Atlanta (Earthlink Live, his sister opened, saw Dolly a bit later and she was great too!), and was so impressed by the concert he gave. Gonna buy tickets tonight.Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1110189112104931672005-03-07T10:42:00.000+01:002005-03-07T10:51:52.106+01:00This Newsweek article about "Who Owns English?" is still percolating around in my brain. The fact that more non-native speakers exist than native speakers is fascinating and will of course shape the language in remarkable ways (they've run out of native speakers so Indians are being hired to teach English to Indonesians...hmmm). Although I'm not so sure there's a point to translating Quixote intoJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1110061054119691792005-03-05T23:09:00.000+01:002005-03-06T10:49:30.790+01:00There was only one casualty: our favorite rolly-bag which has gotten us everywhere for the past two years (from Havana to Helsinki) lost a wheel on the tube this morning. It was a sad day for us both. Our favorite bag, now kaput (although I managed to drag it partway through Victoria station until we got it on the Gatwick Express). Time marches on.So, what a strange trip it turned out being in Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1109704651280971822005-03-01T20:12:00.000+01:002005-03-01T20:17:31.283+01:00I was doing more research, looking for places to place stories. There are SO many journals, why can't I seem to get published? Oh well, don't need to dwell too long on that. I was surfing through the StorySouth Million Writers Notable Stories for 2004, noticed my friend Kirsten's story was mentioned (she's in my writing group here). I found the Dead Mule lit mag that is reserved for Southern Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1109629775072278562005-02-28T23:05:00.000+01:002005-02-28T23:29:35.076+01:00IT SNOWED!Actually all of Spain is snowed in. There was actually snow on the beach in Barcelona. Tibidabo is still white with it. It snowed in Sevilla (the first time in 50 years). We were lucky last week, we missed the snow by a day in Madrid and then left Bilbao right in time to make it back before it was also inundated. But I guess it finally caught up to us. Luckily we don't have to catch anyJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1109012886197700252005-02-21T19:56:00.000+01:002005-02-21T20:08:06.200+01:00The last two nights have been completely different ones for me in Madrid and wonderful and uncomfortable at once. First we arrived on Saturday and checked in to our hotel and then met up with Frankie and Jorge. Frankie is Patricio´s mother´s neighbor in Puerto Rico. He goes by Paco to some here in Spain because Francisco (his middle name) is not a popular one in Spain due to its associations withJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1108805647412415442005-02-19T10:25:00.000+01:002005-02-19T10:34:07.413+01:00Second chances. Second languages.The French film "L'auberge espanyol" was on last night on Spanish network television which meant it was dubbed into Spanish. It was one of those strange moments when a movie doesn't make any sense when in a foreign language (much like the infamous Bart goes to France episode that Natalie mentions was ruined when translated into French). You see, the film is about Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1108233481014689482005-02-12T19:33:00.000+01:002005-02-12T19:38:01.016+01:00I saw the Nelly video for "Over and Over" featuring Tim McGraw the other day at the gym. Rap and country? Side by side shot comparisons of their belt buckles, private jets and head wraps? This is just too much. Can someone give me the lowdown on this? I mean, I know I've been gone for a while, but I didn't realize the music industry was this, well... I can't even find words. Please, someone, helpJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1108151639076659442005-02-11T20:48:00.000+01:002005-02-11T20:53:59.076+01:00Happy Year of the Cock!I was going to buy candy cocks at the special little candyshop in town that makes candy in the shape of the owner's penis but then got lazy and didn't. Instead I spent a small fortune on Tsingtao to bring to Cecilia's Chinese New Year party tonight. I guess it wasn't really all that much (90 cents each bottle), but when you're used to paying just a little more for a six Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1107948314145980812005-02-09T13:09:00.000+01:002005-02-09T12:25:14.146+01:00At times I've felt like I've floated through my time in Barcelona without any real attachments. Maybe it's partly due to the fact that Patricio and I have had this couple bubble. Sometimes I blame the city for me not making more friends or having more lived experiences, but then I realize it could be because I'm happy and satisfied in the couple bubble and don't search outside it for much more Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1107785710256909002005-02-07T15:07:00.000+01:002005-02-07T15:15:10.256+01:00The South is usually warmer, but we FROZE while down south in Spain last week. This was the fourth (and most probably) the last time we venture down to Sevilla, Cordoba and Granada. I can't say I'll miss it all that much, I've seen the cathedrals, mezquitas and alcazars way too many times. So how did we try to keep it fresh?
1. Patricio stocked up on ALL kinds of books which loaded down our Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1107129250376806502005-01-31T01:49:00.000+01:002005-01-31T00:54:10.376+01:00Prep time:
-Tried to cook a few trout for dinner on Friday night. (Didn't turn out quite as expected.)
-Spent more than six hours in Terrassa on Saturday (a nearby suburb of BCN with lots of interesting modernista architecture -- but not THAT much interesting otherwise).
-Attempted to help a friend Sunday afternoon in his time of need with a potentially wrecked marriage.
-Watched Oldboy -- Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1106649893106867502005-01-25T11:32:00.000+01:002005-01-25T11:44:53.106+01:00I've been spending a lot time passively watching.
That can be a good thing sometimes. As in, observing the world around you, gleaning bits and pieces of experience without imposing your own ego upon it. Or it can be a negative, unfulfilling waste of time.
That's what it turned out to be Saturday night when Patricio and I sat through two and a half hours of Forced Entertainment's "Bloody Mess."
Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1105985057514086362005-01-17T19:01:00.000+01:002005-01-17T19:04:17.513+01:00It's not out in stores yet, but I'm so excited so I'm going to post anyway!
My friend Jeanee's first decorating book's cover design and stats can be viewed online now.
Yay! Support the girl. This has been a lot of hardwork that has finally paid off. I guess I'll wait awhile but I know some of the content so I gotta write a review and give her some great props.
My first close friend's Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1105889110926551462005-01-16T16:20:00.000+01:002005-01-16T16:25:10.926+01:00Sometimes dancers just shouldn't speak.
Last night we saw Wim Vandekeybus' Blush. Some amazing images, choreography and ideas. But too much "artsy" dance speak. Way too much.
And the music composed for the performance by David Eugene Edwards was great.Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1105639504319587312005-01-13T19:05:00.000+01:002005-01-13T19:05:04.320+01:00And to support my earlier statement, here's the bag to my favorite, "of color" candy sold in every shop in Spain. They're roasted, chocolate covered peanuts. And I need a thick-lipped naked black pygmy to sell THOSE to me! Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1105561682322688932005-01-12T21:26:00.000+01:002005-01-12T21:28:02.323+01:00"Trabaja como un negro..."
"He works like a black man..."
-- Heard on the news tonight in all seriousness. And not all meant as a rascist slur. Actually, it's a compliment. Sometimes I realize that Spain is the new America of the 50s but with better food.Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1105465244515222342005-01-11T18:15:00.000+01:002005-01-11T18:40:44.516+01:00I don't know why this didn't make it to the blog before now. Probably because there was so much else going on around Xmas and New Year's that it just got pushed back into the cupboard to be forgotten. But I finally got another package from my mom.
It's disappointing sometimes how little contact I've had with them since I've moved here. Not necessarily upsetting because I don't receive regular Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1105358473998455892005-01-10T13:44:00.000+01:002005-01-10T13:01:13.996+01:00Last night Guillem took me to a modern German adaptation of the Norwegian Ibsen classic, "A Doll's House" at the Teatre Lliure. OK, yes, I know, I don't know German and the "subtitles" were in Catalan. OK. But at least I've seen the English version once and read the play several times, including once in a high school English class. I was ready for my little squirrel Nora. At least I hoped so.
Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1105357424303987012005-01-10T12:43:00.000+01:002005-01-10T12:43:44.303+01:00It kind of looks like some alien cat shit, but smells like syrup. The taste you ask? "Tastes like shit!" applies, but it is a very dense, sweet, ambrosial shit, of course. Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1105357305305570292005-01-10T12:41:00.000+01:002005-01-10T12:41:45.306+01:00To add to the list of strange Catalan traditions involving shit, here's a candy that looks like someone took a dump in a bucket. No special name, just call it caca. Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1104755449965018452005-01-03T13:18:00.000+01:002005-01-03T13:35:48.870+01:00Well, I'll be Amsterdammed!
(sorry, this is long, maybe you can split it up over a couple of days...)
We started with tea.
Well, what do you expect, none of us smoke! Wednesday night Guillem, P and I decided to head to the Otherside after an interminable dinner (after two nights and two dinners that had us waiting well over 45 minutes for our food we vowed no longer to eat in any restaurants Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1104317511342296482004-12-29T11:50:00.000+01:002004-12-29T11:51:51.343+01:00Hola a todos desde Amsterdam!
Yes, I've seen a half naked woman selling herself at 10 in the morning.
No, I haven't smoked or eaten anything "interesting" yet.
Guillem gets here this afternoon and I think it's time to warm up in a sauna.
Geesh it's COLD!
Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1104222827580273102004-12-28T09:33:00.000+01:002004-12-28T09:33:47.580+01:00Magic mushrooms and funny fags, here we come!Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1104165979590015412004-12-27T17:28:00.000+01:002004-12-27T17:46:19.590+01:00When you don't really work, there's not much separation between your personal and professional time and a day off for Xmas isn't really a priority (since you've received 365 "days off" this year), the only way to really show that you're taking "a break" is to veg out in another way. So Patricio and I spent Christmas day cuddled up on the sofa watching 9 hours of "Six Feet Under" (the first seasonJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716540.post-1103927946407185752004-12-24T23:39:00.000+01:002004-12-24T23:39:06.406+01:00A bit of Spanish flair Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900687462057194351noreply@blogger.com