Yes, yes, yes...my brain is fried. Every day in class we learn something new. I don't dare miss a class because if you do you're FUCKED! Oh yes. Now I know why this language takes years to learn to speak properly. WOW! NO MAS PALABRAS is definitely what I am going to have printed on a T-shirt when I return home. And after touring 6 different pueblos in the area my other T-shirt will say 'NO MAS IGLESIAS' (not proper grammer but it works, wouldn't you say?). There's are so many Churches in these Catholic countries. If you threw a handful of rocks from my window here I can guarantee everyone of them would hit a separate Church. For real man. BUT...the good thing is the Latin Catholics all over the world like their booze. In Salamanca there's at least 2 bars for every Church. In my neighborhood alone and only in what I'd explain to you as a 4 block radius there are at least 10 bars. They do a good job of making them look respectable too. These aren't your typical bars we'd see in the States. These are Bar Cafes or Cafeterias. Bar Cafes servie pinchos and tostas along with every kind of liquor you can think of. I was happy to see the have Aboslut Citron and even more thrilled when I spotted JIM BEAM the other night. 'Chupita' shot of Jim Beam please!!! Just like bars at home each one has their clientele too. There's the jovens (young people) bars with loud music and dirty floors, the middle of the road bar for people like me that aren't that old with pretty loud music and cleaner floors and then there's the viejo (old) people bar. Now this viejo bar is a sight. It's usually just old men getting drunker then shit. To my recollection I've never seen a woman in these bars. They're smart and staying away from their drunk husbands. The Cafeterias are a mix of people and mostly serve cafe (coffee) not liquor. They're a bit quieter and more civilized. Quiet? I am cool with that but Civilized? NOT!
Tonight I will be going to that 'middle' cafe with my friend Juliana. Her last day in Salamanca is tomorrow. She's headed to Barcelona and then ... well who knows for sure. She's an 'Azafata' flight attendant. I've enjoyed getting to know her and hope to keep in touch. I'd love to visit her in Brazil and have her come to San Francisco.
But before I start the mini fiesta tonight it's off to the gimnasio for SPEEN class. Trying to keep up 3 times a week. It isn't easy in this heat. It was over 100 all last weekend and is still in the 90's now. Mucho mucho calor! They have two fans in the SPEEN room and that's it. If the cardio doesn't burn calories the fuckin' heat will melt the fat. Either way, it works for me. They should re-name the class SAUNA SPEEN.
This weekends school excurion is to 3 more pueblos in Castille y Leon. Not this girl...as I said earlier 'NO MAS IGLESIAS'!!! I don't want to be disrespectful or ungrateful for being here but, really, when you've seen 30 churches you've seen them all. Not to mention the dozens of half collapsed Castles from the Inquisition period. Maybe after this weekend I'll miss them all and return for another view. The other trip is to the playa on the Portugal Coast. I may do that one but it all depends on the heat factor. It's a 4 hour bus ride to spend 3 hours on the beach and a four hour ride back. This girl doesn't do the 'bathing suit' scene so the requirement is a BAR on the beach where I can just sit all day and ... yes...drink! I need it.
As I said, my brain is fried. So with the little I have left to work with I must complete my 'deberes' homework. Writing a script on how to greet, enter, order and get the bill in a restaurant. It's weird, I keep asking my 'camarero' waiter for vino y cerveza but he/she keeps insisting I take a 'la carta' menu. HEE HEE!
Paz y Amor
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