[I think flowers like these should be described as being sold in little shoppes and not shops]My favorite class happens to be at 5:20 PM, which is kind of a blegh time, but we talk about postmodernism when we're really supposed to be studying modern literature, and we start the class with our eyes at needle-point with the sun's rays and end the class way after dusk, which is convenient because whenever the conversation gets the slightest bit dull (which is rare), I just look out the window and watch the sky act all dramatic.
Anyways, this past weekend a group of us (I secretly refer to my new circle of friends as Las Tapas, silly right?) went to the morning market, which consists of a huge array of fruit stands, veggie stands, and meat stands. I bought a tuna and olive bocadillo, which is actually just a sub. I normally don't really like tuna sandwiches, but this tuna tasted very fresh and not fishy. The bread was a little dry though. Hm, I am half-heartedly describing bread, which is kind of a sign that this post needs to tie its ends and call itself a Tootsie Roll.
[I try to amuse myself during the 35.6 seconds of awkwardness...or I secretly like taking pictures of myself in the elevator, I'm not sure which]
[I ordered paella for dinner at a smoky little tapas place on Saturday night. The toothless owner gave us free oranges for a palate-cleansing treat.]
Celebration Guns [Stars]
mmm foooood. i'm currently sending back an email. i wonder how many email threads you have going on with people here and at home? you must have a lot of writing to do :)
ReplyDeletealso, every time i hear vampire weekend's "horchata", i think of you<3
... I'm a Tapa? I don't think I've ever had anyone call me a snack before. Just like until Saturday I had never had anyone tell me to eat my friend.
ReplyDeleteI want to see more of those pictures you took, si vous plet. :D
(I know that's way wrong, but that's why I take Spanish and not French.)