Before resolving the cliff hanger from my last post entry, and to break up the artsy/toursity posts, I´ve decided to add some more photos on to the site.Other ideas I had for this post included answering fictional questions in a ¨mailbag¨style entry, but I found most of my made-up questions too offensive for this space.
The day before leaving Sevilla, I went to Malaga to visit the recently opened Picasso Museum there. Malaga is another gorgeous jewel of Andalusia where I wish I had spent more time. Malaga has an awesome grand avenue, which is covered with colorful, heat-diminishing streamers strung between the buildings. Malaga also has a cathedral with some impressive art work slowly rotting in its darkened interior. But, other than the Picasso Museum, which I´ll get to next time, the highlight was a large Moorish Castle and its grounds.
The Castle was a sprawling complex that overlooked the city and overflowed with walkways, fountains and vistas of the city and the sea. One of the bonuses of living in a country without a robust civil litigation system is that there are very ¨do not enter¨signs and roped-off areas in public places.
All this open and unregulated space means that you can really lost yourself wandering along the footpaths and following the gurgle of rippling water. And I´m not talking ¨lost¨in the vein of restorative meditation, but LOST in the ¨F, the sun is setting, I haven´t seen another tourist in an hour, and I´m almost out of Maltesers¨sense.
¨What is that red speck? A living soul, or just another mirage?¨
Barcelona has also been great. My days shift between pre 1L exams and post 1L exams with a impressive speed. (This isn´t entirely accurate, because I´ve haven´t been able to find a 30 pack of Miceholob Light, nor the ¨Best of Phil Hartman, on SNL¨ aka, my only pre-youtube access to Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer)
The people in Barcelona are much more serious than the people of Sevilla. The same goes for their planning and execution of street festivals as well. I just spent the last two nights wandering between multiple music stages (how did all the rappers from 40 Acres Fest end up here, and where is Tone Loc?) following Brazilian drum lines and just generally cavorting in 3.5 tenses: discussing the immediate past, the present and the distant future, with varying amounts of success.
A good number of my friends are leaving at the end of this week, so tonight´s the big farewell. Going to language school for more than a month here feels like working on a cruise ship. My entire life is welcome and going away parties. (without the $250 limit). But hey, at least I get to choose the dorky getup I wear everyday.
Gotta run for now, my purchased time is running out. See you soon.
No, I did NOT take this picture myself, thank you very little....
2 comments:
As a loyal reader, I'd like to see a "how do you say..." section of the most amusing idiomatic expressions you come across.
To get you started my favorite is "yo tengo una tia que toca la guitarra," which translates to "I have an aunt who plays guitar" and is said in response to a non sequitur.
Ah, Tomasito! My biggest fan. I like your idea RE idiomatic expressions. One comes to mind immediately, and that´s ¨¿tu no tienes abuela?¨ (you don´t have a grandmother?) which you ask someone who likes to brag about themselves. It implies that said person wasn´t loved enough as a child, and is therefore insecure and compelled to sing their own praises as an adult. Although this isn´t an expression, I do love the word ¨aguafiesta¨ for someone who is a Debbie Downer.
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