Circa 4 pm yesterday; I was contemplating how I went from being incredibly overheated during a long run, to sitting and dethawing in my bedroom after yet another ice bucket shower. Literally, I'd be better off having a bucket of ice water thrown at me. Atleast that way I wouldn't have to nervously..tentatively, stand under the shower head..never knowing when it's going to come crashing down again. There is no having your cake and eating it too when it comes to the freaking shower. I surrender. I tried to imagine I was swimming in the Pacific Ocean..it helped slightly
There has been some progress in the dark abyss, the landlord's father fixed all the sinks and the shower..but now the shower head doesn't stay in the slot and just comes falling. Also, we have no hot water even though the gas tank is new. We had no choice..we had to phone Antonio (Mi Dueno) .
The reputation of my landlord precedes him; he was allegedly the worst student ever to attend the highschool. He and his brother dressed up as Brides for Carnaval, and he's always slightly too intense (like a small child on crack). He'll pop in when he's looking for a letter he believes we've secretly taken, come in to take a box of costumes when the mood strikes him, or if we're really lucky--like yesterday, he'll come waltzing in to fix the heater, cigarette in hand, totally intoxicated. His drunk girlfriend freaked out when he was smoking while messing with the gas tank..can anyone say KABOOM?! Just another day in the village.
Pub Crawl: Epic and Disastrous. We didn't make it anywhere else after the second bar. I was introduced to "rebujito" which is 2 of my favorite things combined..white wine and 7 Up. It was slightly unnerving, hanging out at the bar with Eli, Gemma and Will while my students sauntered by with a massive bottle of beer or drink. Age isn't really an issue in Posadas, so the 15 year olds can hang out at the bar just as easily as an 80 year old man..it's quite the social mix. I made a new acquaintance (who of course already knew all about my running route, my brother visiting, and what kids I teach at the school...rampant gossip in Posadas!) we started out as friends ( I thought he was gay, because he wanted to know if I thought he was handsome..he was a hairdresser, I thought it was safe). I only learned later that he was a complete scum bag, asking me about my sex, drug, and drinking preferences. I pulled the puzzled look card and said "No entiendo, lo siento." and walked away. The worst part is that somehow he has a girlfriend, why do girls date shady guys like that? Yuck. In departing, I left Will to socialize with him. He was appalled that we shared cooking/cleaning/laundry responsibilities--Will rebutted that he was a man of the 21st century. Sometimes, it's like being in the twilight zone here. Posadas is beautiful and quaint..but sometimes the people throw you for a loop. That's why all the teachers live in Cordoba and think Will and I are crazy for taking up residence here. It's been an experience. Also, I've received a couple marriage proposals recently, if all else fails in my life..there's always that lol.
We went to the Patios in Cordoba on Saturday evening with Pilar, Juan Manuel, Maria Bravo, Alfredo, Eli, and her husband. It was a really good time and I actually stumbled upon a flamenco show. That made me happy because I could check it off my to do list. The Patios are usually shared by 3 houses, sometimes it's just one family depending. But the patio is covered in geraniums and usually has a fountain. May is definitely the best month to be in Andalucia, feria is just a couple weeks away! Oh my gosh..I'm coming home in a couple weeks too. Feria is my last weekend in Spain (going out with a bang) and next weekend I'm finally going to Morocco. That tuesday I leave for Almeria, come back Thursday, go to Feria friday and then begin my attempt at packing. Can you believe it? I'll be seeing you very, very soon!
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