Te quiero muchisimo!!!!Also, Happy 233rd birthday to the USA! I do love my "stepfather" of a country.
samedi 4 juillet 2009
¡Feliz Cumpleaños!
Happy 51st Birthday to my wonderful Dad!!!! I'll be celebrating here in Spain on your behalf!
Te quiero muchisimo!!!!
Also, Happy 233rd birthday to the USA! I do love my "stepfather" of a country.
Te quiero muchisimo!!!!Also, Happy 233rd birthday to the USA! I do love my "stepfather" of a country.
vendredi 3 juillet 2009
Granada
I've been a bit too busy clearing up some academic doo-hickies and completely forgot to post about my trip to Granada! Shame and woe!
Flamenco was born in Andalusia, where Granada is located.
We went to see some Flamenco shows. Of course, OF COURSE I was an idiot who almost never videos on her camera and held the camera side-ways thinking it would look better...only you can't rotate videos on picture editors. Nice. Well, if you have a laptop, you can just turn it to the side. If you have a desktop, the neck pain is pretty worth it.
Some stills of the dancing, if you want to skip the videos.
We went to the Al-Hambra palace.
I'm convinced that this was one of the predecessors to the Playboy Mansion. Think about it: once guy in silky clothing, three official wives, innumerable scantily clad concubines, and a big pool of water in the middle of a courtyard.
Dr. Cano and Javier let us hit the beach for the rest of the afternoon. Good thing, too. Little Al needed to work on his tan. In contrast, I got too tan and now look like a Hindu-African mix.
I apologize for any naked or unattractive naked people that may appear in these pictures. It's Europe.
The Mediterranean is always this gorgeous.
Granada by night.
Bottom line: I need to find some way to come back here.
Flamenco was born in Andalusia, where Granada is located.
We went to see some Flamenco shows. Of course, OF COURSE I was an idiot who almost never videos on her camera and held the camera side-ways thinking it would look better...only you can't rotate videos on picture editors. Nice. Well, if you have a laptop, you can just turn it to the side. If you have a desktop, the neck pain is pretty worth it.
Some stills of the dancing, if you want to skip the videos.
We went to the Al-Hambra palace.
I'm convinced that this was one of the predecessors to the Playboy Mansion. Think about it: once guy in silky clothing, three official wives, innumerable scantily clad concubines, and a big pool of water in the middle of a courtyard.
Dr. Cano and Javier let us hit the beach for the rest of the afternoon. Good thing, too. Little Al needed to work on his tan. In contrast, I got too tan and now look like a Hindu-African mix.
I apologize for any naked or unattractive naked people that may appear in these pictures. It's Europe.
The Mediterranean is always this gorgeous.
Granada by night.
Bottom line: I need to find some way to come back here.
jeudi 2 juillet 2009
Heat
When I was really little, I would scream my head off if the temperature of my surroundings was one degree hotter than what I liked. I think that now JesusAllahBuddah is making me serve my punishment for torturing the poor souls who had to deal with the screaming.
It's hot as Satan's armpit after a 4 hour work-out here in Alcala de Henares, minus the humidity.
Pardon the graphic description.
This week, we got up to 50 degrees Celsius. In American speaking, that's 122 degrees Fahrenheit. Granted, if you're from Arizona, you're used to that. In fact, I thought that as a sort-of Alabama native, I would know how to handle my heat.
My experiences with the measly 100 degree (37.7 to you Celsius people) 100% humidity have lead me down a path of deceit.
Mornings used to be pleasant. Now that July's hit, my 1.5 mile (2.4 kilometer) morning walk to school has me covered in a sheen of sweat that makes me question why I even bothered showering and why I didn't think to bring a bottle of ice cold water? One morning, I'll remember...
Not that I love love LOVE air conditioning. My ideal temperature is around 75 degrees. I must also emphasize how much I hate the abusive 60 degrees at which most American locations set their thermostats. But I feel you can agree that once the temperature creeps up into the mid-hundreds, it's time to re-evaluate the necessity of this invention.
Ironically, the Spanish don't seem to believe in ceiling fans.
My way to beat the heat: staying in the pool, which my host family claims is still too cold to use. Lies. 50 degree water is like Nirvana in my dry-heat hell.
It's hot as Satan's armpit after a 4 hour work-out here in Alcala de Henares, minus the humidity.
Pardon the graphic description.
This week, we got up to 50 degrees Celsius. In American speaking, that's 122 degrees Fahrenheit. Granted, if you're from Arizona, you're used to that. In fact, I thought that as a sort-of Alabama native, I would know how to handle my heat.
My experiences with the measly 100 degree (37.7 to you Celsius people) 100% humidity have lead me down a path of deceit.
Mornings used to be pleasant. Now that July's hit, my 1.5 mile (2.4 kilometer) morning walk to school has me covered in a sheen of sweat that makes me question why I even bothered showering and why I didn't think to bring a bottle of ice cold water? One morning, I'll remember...
Not that I love love LOVE air conditioning. My ideal temperature is around 75 degrees. I must also emphasize how much I hate the abusive 60 degrees at which most American locations set their thermostats. But I feel you can agree that once the temperature creeps up into the mid-hundreds, it's time to re-evaluate the necessity of this invention.
Ironically, the Spanish don't seem to believe in ceiling fans.
My way to beat the heat: staying in the pool, which my host family claims is still too cold to use. Lies. 50 degree water is like Nirvana in my dry-heat hell.
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