4.29.2016

Chairs for short people?

No. Fancy praying spots, I think.

4.28.2016

4.27.2016

Moth'a

This beautiful moth has been torturing me for two days! At first it laid in the rain all day, then I relocated it to the tree where it hasn't moved except for the breeze. My coworker is equally as concerned. I asked coworker if he has to mercy-smash the moth, to just tell me it flew away.
Tomorrow I might try whispering to it that Gandolf is waiting. 


Is that a rooster on top of that monument?

 It sure is

4.26.2016

Challenge accepted

I have 1 bottle of wine and 2 nights to drink it.  All that wine training with JAN after Zumba is paying off, but I wish she was here to drink the other half!

My main squeeze: sriracha

A happy accident while spicing up my peanut sauce reminded me: Sometimes you need to quit waiting for someone else to do it & just encouragingly embrace yourself. Give it a try.

4.25.2016

Bienvenue au Francia

It's a breath of fresh air. 

4.23.2016

St. Jordi Day

It's the Spanish Valentine's Day, boys get girls a rose and girls get boys a book. So get your man a Scientology book! Who the eff is sponsoring this infiltrate? The Catholics should be stopping this. 
 

4.22.2016

He gets me.

me: I don't really feel like going to zumba.
he: Eh, go home, treat-yo-self. 
      No pants, treat-yo-self.
      Bowl of popcorn, treat-yo-self.
      Cereal for dinner, treat-yo-self.

I ate octopus today

And it was pretty good! We boiled it in cooking class, you dip the whole guy in boiling water 4 times to curl up the legs before leaving it in the water.  It was pretty creepy when the suction cups stuck to the cutting board when I was slicing it, but I had to remind myself, that's just physics, not the leg trying to stay out of our bellies. 
 

4.21.2016

Gaudi you turd

I spent like 50 euro getting into his crazy places, but it was probably worth it.    They were having a meeting downstairs in the crypt today, which I took for an AA meeting, naturally.

4.20.2016

Sweetpea

I only knew her for 10 buggy-eyed seconds in the parking lot while I loaded groceries in the trunk, but that doesn't mean I didn't love her.

Major Tom

I look at this photo and don't understand why on God's green earth if you ask any dude, they will admit they would volunteer to go colonize Mars. 
And they are serious!
But I just remembered! That book!
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.
I haven't read it, but I am sure it explains how men lack the gift of foresight and don't realize any women sent up to the red planet aren't going to be
the "Hot Chicks."

And just thinking of them all - 
stuck up there, staring out at the dirt tornados, unplayed guitars 
piled in the corner covered in the pervading red dim 
(of course they ALL brought guitars) - 
while brainiac women take charge and cultivate life from nothing...
well, that just puts a smile on my face.

4.19.2016

Poor nose

Sometimes you're just sick of smelling dog (gosh, you hope it's dog!) urine around the city. 
                But there are still some nice things to see

4.17.2016

Shopping mall

/ old bullfighting arena 

4.15.2016

Barcelona!!!

It's a song by Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballe; I only know it because one weekend I watched a documentary about Freddie M. I'll forever have this song in my brain. "Barcelona!" Is what I thought when I turned the corner and saw this little delight. And good grief, wouldn't ya know that the live video for the song is no joke done just in front of here.

It's Friday! Be nice.

Wins every time:
Best Bed Head
(With honorable mention in the
general So Damned Precious category &
runner up for Talent portion with a captivating 
rendition of "3 Little Speckled Fwogs")

"Jingle bells, Batman smells,
Robin laid an egg!"
"Hey! Dat not nice!"
"What?... Batman smells?"
"Dat not nice [emphasizes by shaking curls].
Gotta be niiiiice!"

Thanks for keeping me in line,
Baby Girl. 

Happy Friday!!!
(It is going to snow this weekend. Geez.)

4.13.2016

A wise woman once said

Enjoy the sweet simplicity of the adventure. 
She also sent a spirit lifting poodle emoji and hoped it didn't cost me monies.

Thanks for the joke, Grandpa (ya dirty bastard)

Just waitin' to get laid.

4.12.2016

In the neighborhood

I was able to check in with my favorite
family this weekend. They are doing really well, and I just happened to drop by
when they were having a party but 
hadn't thought to setup enough chairs.
Luckily Cambi had them covered,
"Dingdong. Oh, hi! I don't have a chair... Here's a chair to you!"
Over and over and over.

I <3 futbol

4.11.2016

Hilltop castles

Spanish countryside looks a lot like home with the mountains and hilly valleys, except the castle ruins, that's different. 
 

Conquistador

When BAB left for 6 weeks in Spain, I asked her to bring me back a crucifix & she promised to find the scariest one with dripping blood, and after the door closed behind her I may or may not have had to cry in the kitchen for a little bit, but then Tiny let me wear the Sherlock Holmes hat, and that helped.
"What are you going to do for 6 weeks in Spain?"
"Well, I plan to eat a lot... pray a lot... love a lot." 
- el babino

4.10.2016

Kind of creepy

This is definitely the forest Hansel and Gretel got lost in

4.09.2016

Wilfredo Lam

It's like every piece of his art has at least 2 sets of droopy boobs in it. 
 

Here's to you

The dude at my hotel who so kindly assumed that the bottle of wine I needed a opener for was for 2 people.  Thank you kindly. I did look for a twist off cap bottle but they don't seem to be that classy here.

Don't even worry

Some things are still alive and well in Madrid like: young people smoking, rollerblading, accordion players, and SCHWEPPES!

4.08.2016

Dream job

I should probably be one of those museum people who say "No photographs!" because it truly drives me nuts when people insist on sneaking pictures of chandeliers that they only want a picture of because it ain't allowed.
  This picture was allowed to be taken.

See ya on The Street, Sanders!

I'll probably vote for Bernie
because he is the perfect blend
of my two favorite muppets.

4.07.2016

Gotta love a big ace roundabout

 
Because, what else would you do with beautiful plazas?

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain

I had forgotten how pretty street signs are in Europe. And also how loud Belgian families talk to one another.
 

4.06.2016

Science or somethin

The worst thing about the internet is the abundant wealth of knowledge at your fingertips. There is no question you can think of that hasn't been answered by somebody somewhere. You have lost your lackluster freedom to just "wonder" "why" something does something. If you ask that generic question, odds are you will be told to "google that shit, dummy." You can't just keep on wondering and contentedly leave it hanging off an unconnected synapse, hoping somehow (without any effort of your own) the answer will come to you. Take for example this jar of honey I got in my stocking 3 years ago. Not this past Christmas, or the one before that, but the one before THAT. It has been in my work cupboard since then, used constantly for high-noon tea-time and YET it has not crystalized. My only theory is the honey comb. Those little bees have some sort of magical power stored in the wax that keeps the gold flowing. I am filled with wonder everytime I pull out the jar. Why does it do the things it do?

Somebody google it! But please! Try not to just say the answer without any flare for reveal. I want you to tell me that you learned it working at a nunnery in the Himalayas, where they kept bees warm in the cold climate by chanting prayers (with lots of zzz sounds) all through the night. And during an especially cold shift, just when you thought you maybe shouldn't be there, a nun let you in on the secrets of the honey flow.

But, if you just "googled it," keep that boring shit to yourself. 

4.01.2016

R.I.P.

Who is to say that the chapstick I found on the sidewalk that looks just like a chapstick I own, was the same chapstick? Maybe a petri dish DNA test result in a lab, but not I. Not I. Yet, I picked you up - went so far as to remove your tiny cap - but when I stared at the smooth balm with the inevitably grey-tinged center clump, I wasn't so certain you unknowingly dropped from my pocket minutes earlier as I walked by. It is the age old question that asks if a tree falling in a forest makes a noise if no one is there to hear it? When (IF) you fell from my person, you did not cry out, thus sealing your fate as an unidentifiable outcast. In all honesty, I'd be more willing to press my lips to that tree than your plastic tube. If you are indeed the very same chapstick I once carried around, please forgive me for first dropping you on the sidewalk, for second not realizing you were missing, for third not being able to tell you apart from any other candy cane chapstick that isn't found in the ordinary habitat of my car cupholder or bottom of backpack crumbs or winter coat pocket or please-no-omg the dryer (away from those places, you become anonymous) and for forth making me cringe just looking at you. So you reach the fate of all chapsticks adrift: the trashcan burial. And for that, the fifth forgiveness.