Semana Santa Part 1

I recently made a list of wedding and baby presents I have to buy. The total is a whopping SEVEN baby gifts and 3 wedding gifts. I might be dried up by the time I actually want to reproduce. Just trying to save a friend a buck.

It´s Semana Santa here in Spain. Holy week. Which means my bedtime is usally 2am, there are zillions of people in the city from all over the world, and it´s AMAZING. It´s just something you have to see.

I can´t really describe Semana Santa that well for you, it´s just something you have to see with your own 2 pupils. I can tell you however, that I usually feel like a sardine...perhaps even a fondled one. It´s nearly impossible to walk and ¨walking¨is basically shuffling like a 90 yr old with a bad hip. And, while walking you are being bounced pack and forth like a ping pong ball and people are touching you that you don´t know from Adam. The other night a mans sweaty, hot, hairy arm touched mine. It gave me the willies. And then I punched him.

There are ¨floats¨ with the Virgin and Jesus and they weigh a zillion pounds. There are forty to fifty men underneath each one carrying it and they can´t see where they are going, so they are being guided by a nice man in the front. They hold these floats up with the little sticking out bones on our necks. Ouch.

There is a band for each ¨float¨ and there are people that seriously wear KKK outfits..but it doesn´t have anything to do with what we would relate it to. So, when I see these KKK outfit people I think of burning crosses and hatred ...but no........here it´s peace and love. Oh, the irony.
I´ll write more about this later.

As we were walking home one night a very drunk old man started mumbling something and then he goes PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrr with his mouth like a big fart. I couldn´t help but laugh. He fart noised me!!

The basketball-flute playing has got to stop at four am. Who are these people??

I recently had a weird experience at the gym. There is this machine where there are four different stations. So, I was sitting down working my arms, and there was a man directly across from me working his triceps. It´s sort of like the row machine. At any rate, he was pulling and heaving and grunting..and I was sitting DIRECTLY across from him as he heaved and huffed. I couldn´t handle it and I just burst out in full fledged laughter. And then I ran..far far away.

SF

Ps. after several months of blogging I´m just now figuring out how to post pics. Idiot=me.