when it comes to siestas...
... i get it. you´ve got no argument from me, nation of spain. you are welcome to siesta every afternoon, and i will endorse you whole-heartedly. for the past day and a half, i have been overcome by the heaviness of spanish mealtimes, and have wanted nothing more than to curl up and slam my eyes shut. it´s embarassing, really. and a little uncontrollable... unless i stop eating, which i´m not about to do.
prep the wake-me-up salads for my return, i´m going to need them.
gonzalo and i have been playing tourist, tromping around palaces and fortresses, and drinking beer with lemon soda. we visited sarah´s aparment and had some sangria on the terrace with an international audience, speaking about art, culture, and our impending adventures across the spainsh southland. let´s just say, it should be interesting. if all goes well, i should be loading up into a rental tomorrow with sarah and compadres, and heading towards la tomatina. after that, we´ll tool around (taking lots and lots of siestas, of course) until my return to the house of the 2 dogs in the countryside of madrid
current mood: there´s a dog snoring at my feet... they get it here.