The sun does not set here until after 10pm. Lunch isn't until 3pm; dinner not until 9pm. And apparently the spontaneous arrival of grandparents at 9:20pm is much ado about nothing. When do people here sleep? They don't.
My shoulders, back, arms and face son roja. Muy roja. I swear left and right that it will be brown in the morning, but nobody seems to believe me. But you are American! You need crema! Just in case, I think I will venture to la mercadona and get some sunblock tomorrow. Also, cookies and various sugary cereals. Can you believe they have a cereal here that is like a sugared biscuit filled with chocolate and miniaturized? I can't believe it's for breakfast! I thought Americans had topped the "disgustingly unhealthy breakfast" category; but then, this is a country known for Churros con Chocolate for breakfast. So what do Americans know?
Anyway, the days here are long, the nights are short, and I am always tired. But I am loving it. Tonight I ate a deep fried sardine for dinner. Skin and bones and head and all. And something that looked like grey worms but tasted like fishy buttered spaghetti. I wouldn't touch the stuff if you gave it to me in the U.S., but here I just chalk it up to experience. And actually, it's all been quite tasty so far, fish heads and all.
I finally got my squiggly swatch via correos today, a gift from my mother. It is an original 1987 spring/summer edition swatch, in mint condition. And best of all, completely waterproof. Not to mention, it's called "tutti frutti." What's not to love?
I guess that's all. Not very exciting, is it? Last week was much more exciting, but I didn't have a blog then. I figured out the suburban busses, the metro; went to museums and gardens; walked from one end of Madrid to the other and back again....
But this week? Kids in the sun.
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