Everything is just ticking along beautifully. Sergio and I freaked out and decided Andalucia (God, I really don�t know how to say these kinds of things in English) would be terrifically lonely without us. We have therefore extended the Spanish portion of The Mega Trip of The Century by a few days, cutting the Portugal aspect of things down a tad.
This is because we have never had so much fun, and why stop a good thing?
Brief highlights:
1. My incredible shock and surprise at being able to speak Spanish, and then the mighty blow to my ego this afternoon at the tobacco place which is where, obviously, Spanish people go to buy stamps.
2. Sevilla.
3. Narrowly escaping death while trying to pass two trucks on a two-lane highway. The trucks smelled of very strong fake strawberry scent, and there�s only so long a girl can handle that while driving 35 km/hr.
4. Arcos de la Frontera has streets so small that each corner has scratch marks from the cars that just didn�t quite make the turns.
5. Walking back from dinner last night (for the Boy�s bday), Sergio let out an enormous belch: Five elderly Spanish women, sitting on a doorstep and fanning their faces in the Andalusian fashion, stifled their giggles. Another one of them yelled out in Spanish "And bon appetit to you!" Sergio and I round the corner and I said to him, "Did you understand what she said?" After I explained it to him he laughed loudly and the women around the corner echoed their laughter back at us. I think they figured out that I had made the translation. Our laughter fell down the mountainside to our left and spilled onto the Spanish countryside.
So for those of you that know and love me, or for those of you that have somehow come to care about me or this adventure for some reason, well....I�m really sorry that my postings are so short and are so seriously lacking. The beauty and the color and the sunniness of this place just cannot be accurately described while a counter is knocking off my available minutes beside me in the internet cafe. I just wish you all could be here to see this. It really is wonderful. Hopefully the pictures will eventually do the region more justice than my scrambled and poorly written blurbs seem to be doing.
Sounds fabulous. One thing I'm a little confused about though: is Sergio the same person as the Boy? And if so, how comes he gets a name all of a sudden?!
He's been Sergio on and off, more off than on, really. She pops it in occasionally.
Lee, sounds like you're really having an AWESOME time. It looks like A and I are going to be taking some language classes together, and he SO wants to take French. So he can talk to your Boy! Hee.
Lottie - Hee hee. Yes, he is the Boy. he got the name because I started getting annoyed at calling him The Boy. I actually wrote the last bit with The Boy in there, but it just sounded so repetetive I had to stop. Things might return to their regular ways shortly. Although his name isn�t really Sergio. Only sorta.
Kari - Take French! Take French! (or tell Your Boy to)
Ok, in some ways that makes me less confused, though in some more... whadaya mean his name is 'only sorta' Sergio?!
Ah, I love Spain. I only made it to Madrid and Barcelona- but dancing at the salsa bars in the Olympic village was the best time. I think I fell in love with about 20 cute salsa dancers. And the sangria! And tapas! I wish I could move there.