Sweating like a little chicken
Current mood: awake
"Alisa, estas sudando como un pollito", so says my friend Maria, "Alisa, you´re sweating like a little chicken." Not quite sure how little chickens sweat, I do agree that I am a sweat factory. In fact, if sweat were a valuable commodity, I´d be rich rich rich in this 18,000 degree weather. I´m sleeping close to 12 hours a day and sweating 24.
Although right now, there is no sleep happening. Hence the blog during the wee hours. I was sent to bed at 2am, but even after having listened to the entirety of Acid Guitar, I was still sweating and not sleeping. What. The. Hell.
We´re leaving Sevilla tomorrow for Brussels and parts German. No idea yet where we´re sleeping tomorrow, or even what country we´re sleeping in. Details... Jason has this idea that we´re going to catch a night train to Berlin. Don´t know why Berlin, since we don´t have to be there until Tuesday and he wants to watch the Japanese play somewhere else on Monday, but whatever. I guess we´re going to wherever the night train takes us.
Spectacular dinner tonight. I got to meet the girls´ boyfriends, who were lovely. Luis and Isaac. Luis looks like Ben Affleck but cuter, Isaac is just a doll. We went to a typical tapas place in Triana (the neighborhood next to this one where it is said that the gypsies lived and the flamenco was born). We had grilled squid with lemon-garlic-olive oil sauce, two kinds of Spanish ham (serrano, which I remembered that I like a lot [room temp] and caña de lomo, which tasted like chorizo but was sliced very thin), pinchos (skewers) of roasted lamb and pork, open sandwiches of beef and ham, fresh potato chips, mushrooms topped with alioli (we´re in Spain people, so it´s not aioli), a tinto de verano con fanta naranja to wash it down, and amazing gelatto to finish it up. Yum.
"Alisa, estas sudando como un pollito", so says my friend Maria, "Alisa, you´re sweating like a little chicken." Not quite sure how little chickens sweat, I do agree that I am a sweat factory. In fact, if sweat were a valuable commodity, I´d be rich rich rich in this 18,000 degree weather. I´m sleeping close to 12 hours a day and sweating 24.
Although right now, there is no sleep happening. Hence the blog during the wee hours. I was sent to bed at 2am, but even after having listened to the entirety of Acid Guitar, I was still sweating and not sleeping. What. The. Hell.
We´re leaving Sevilla tomorrow for Brussels and parts German. No idea yet where we´re sleeping tomorrow, or even what country we´re sleeping in. Details... Jason has this idea that we´re going to catch a night train to Berlin. Don´t know why Berlin, since we don´t have to be there until Tuesday and he wants to watch the Japanese play somewhere else on Monday, but whatever. I guess we´re going to wherever the night train takes us.
Spectacular dinner tonight. I got to meet the girls´ boyfriends, who were lovely. Luis and Isaac. Luis looks like Ben Affleck but cuter, Isaac is just a doll. We went to a typical tapas place in Triana (the neighborhood next to this one where it is said that the gypsies lived and the flamenco was born). We had grilled squid with lemon-garlic-olive oil sauce, two kinds of Spanish ham (serrano, which I remembered that I like a lot [room temp] and caña de lomo, which tasted like chorizo but was sliced very thin), pinchos (skewers) of roasted lamb and pork, open sandwiches of beef and ham, fresh potato chips, mushrooms topped with alioli (we´re in Spain people, so it´s not aioli), a tinto de verano con fanta naranja to wash it down, and amazing gelatto to finish it up. Yum.
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