Baby, we were born to run (and how)

Yet another great set of pictures from another corner of the world. We clearly were born to run...see the world, experience everything of what is out there.
I already spoke a bit about my greek experience in my last post, but I can give a little bit of more detailed info along with the pictures.
4 days and 3 nights that were surely worth it! Seeing Shane before his big journey to Cairo was a bonus, and it´s just amazing how we are (literally) able to see the world together...meeting up all over the globe.



The first day was spent relaxing and walking around the little parts around our hotel. We were pretty tired from our trip, so we decided to take it easy and had some great Gyros with greek salad...ahh, I can´t compliment the greek salads enough...I have a new appreciation for Feta. :) Something new to add to my list of fave foods...
The next day was spent visiting all of the temples and ruins of ancient Greece. It was, simply, spectacular...and the weather was very hot, too.

I like this picture. After a while, you kinda start to wonder what every temple and monument is called, so unfortunately I can´t really tell you what this one was called. Shane, am I right when I say that the one pictured above is from a site called ancient Agora? I´m not sure for this one, though...
Shane explained to me the difference between a Doric pillar, an Ionic one and a Corynthian one...he was even able to read a bit of greek. That boy keeps surprising me, as I surprised him when I told him that I wrote a lil children´s book and that there´s a copy of it in the National Library of Canada. "Le Petit Jaguar Solitaire"..look for it ;)
We also saw the Acropolis, which were a set of temples on top of this giant hill overlooking the city of Athens. Quite impressive. We chatted it up with lots of australians that day, probably because Shane was wearing his yellow t-shirt that said "australia". That´s a "Hello, I´m a tourist" target alright :) They were all super friendly though, of course. Canadians and Aussies just seem to be made out of the same mold.


After our very long climb up (it was very hot that day and climbing so much made me a lil dizzy) we walked back down and wandered the little sidestreets for a bit...we had been wanting to eat dinner later that day at a place that had live greek music, and lo and behold...we find a perfect place and Shane has the brilliant idea of reserving us a table later for that night. The restaurant was EXCELLENT, and I had greek salad (of course), a slice of spinache and cheese pie and Moussaka. Shane had lamb with potatoes (we both shared the salad). For dessert we shared Baklava...and oh my GOD was it ever delicious. A generous portion, too. The ambience was terrific...good food, good conversation, good ambience....

On Sunday we went to a little town called Nafplio, which is a cute little town that has lots of little tourist shops and cafes...the little streets were really precious with the vines enlacing the buildings and the beautiful flowers blooming all within it. We saw a giant fort built on this big hill overlooking the town, so we decided to climb all the way to the top to get a good look of the Aegean Sea and Nafplio from above...and of course, to see what the fort looked like from the inside. 800 steps sure is a lot. My legs were trembling on the way down...quite the exercise!




I love this picture. It´s just the view from the side of the fort. It was very misty and gray that day, but we were counting our blessings since we were sweating and panting anyway from the climb...extreme sunshine would have made the climb much slower, I´m sure.
Just look at all that cacti! I just love to stare at the sea...I stood there for a while, with my hands supporting my face, just dreaming away and soaking in the view. Everything was so quiet and peaceful up there...just like everything once was, a very long time ago. This is when you start to realize how noise pollution can cause so much stress in our world. Ugh.






Here´s a tourist street from Nafplio...notice the vines and the pink flowers poking out here and there. It looks much better when you are there in person, but I still think this photo is not to so bad, eh? It rained a little, later on during the day (while we were at a Haagen Dasz restaurant!!!MMMMM) but we didn´t get wet at all since we stayed under giant umbrellas (while I ate my banana ice cream) and watched a soccer match. It feels weird saying soccer now..I´m so used to saying football like the rest of Europe. But I used the term so that all you Canucks reading this would understand...well, just in case. :P


Athena, the mighty! This statue was located (in what we belived to be) the town hall, close to the library. This picture was taken on Monday, on our last day in Athens together, and we wandered around a bit around the Parliament (unspectacular) and shimmied our way to the botanical garden, where there were lots of live animals (as in donkeys, ducks, rabbits, roosters, etc)...even a turtle that was making its way through a path where people walked! I like turtles. If I had a turtle I´d call it Iggy. I would also use this name for a Frog. Tee-hee.




The temple of Zeus! Not much remaining, but hey, still a sight to see, no? There was one pillar that looked like it had fallen recently (not pictured) but we didn´t know the exact year...Shane thought that he had seen it in his LonelyPlanet book, but couldn´t quite remember the date. That´s ok, I forgive ya....this time ;)
Athens and Nafplio was well worth seeing...it was the perfect little trip before Shane and I had to part ways again. 4 days certainly seemed enough in order to see the most important sights...I didn´t feel rushed at all (as I did when we went to London, but still...was a great trip as well).
Now Shane is in Egypt, where I hope to be able to see him sometime early December...Oh, and I already bought my ticket to Canada for Dec. 22nd....see you all during Xmas and New Year´s! xoxoxooxox love you all and miss you Heidi

Ready and Rarin´to go

Back in Huelva. How has everyone been? It´s a crazy time right now...I´ve started teaching some private French classes at the academy, am in the midst of Teacher´s College Applications, and am preparing myself mentally for all of my new classes that will begin in just a few days now. But, I guess that after almost 3 months of vacation, I´m decidedly ready to restart work! I am missing feeling mentally busy...I´ve had a really GREAT summer with lots of travel, but now I´m really ready to get back to the grindstone.
There´s apparently a new teacher from England named Donna who will be arriving in Huelva shortly...she doesn´t speak a lot of Spanish, so hopefully I´ll be able to help her out. I´m eager to meet new people...I haven´t even met any of my coworkers yet! The meeting on the 26th will surely change all of that :)
Hmmm...for some reason it won´t let me post any pictures...will try to post some next time, promise.
Anyway, Athens was amazing! I had such a great time with Shane...we saw some incredible ruins and temples...The Acropolis, The Temple of Zeus, Ancient Agora, The Theatre of Dionysos, and many other beautiful old monuments/buildings where we didn´t know their names. I have some really great pics to post, so stay tuned.
4 days and 3 nights were more than enough to see Athens...and we also spent a Sunday in Nafplio, a little town that was about 2.15 hours away from the capital. It was a great little trip with lots of little tourist spots...nice lil restaurants as well. The weather was incredible to us and it only rained during the night. Athens is still a hot city at this time of the year. Shane and I both agreed that we chose the perfect time to meet up together in Athens...not TOO hot, not rainy and cold.
In Nafplio we climbed 800(!) steps to get to a beautiful, huge old fort at the top of this giant hill overlooking the sea and town. The view was spectacular...and my calfs were KILLING me by the time we reached the top. Now that was a workout, but it was really worth it.
While we were in Nafplio, walking through the little sidestreets, we heard a girl´s "cries of delight", if-u-know-what-i-mean. We looked upwards and saw a sign, "hostal", so that explained some things, hehe. Ah, Greece.
Greeks are known for being good lovers? I actually found most of the greek population...a little hard on the eyes, actually. Rachel, what do you think? You agree with me?
I LOVED the greek salad....I can´t believe I used to hate Feta cheese. Yes, you may cringe. We had really great food during our stay...the greeks sure know how to eat well :)
I was obsessed with finding a Hermes statue...and on the very last day, Shane noticed a tiny statue that cost only 5 bucks. I also got a Hermes magnet for the fridge. What can I say? I´m a sucker for Mr. Messenger.
Guess what I´m listening to right now? Shane made me buy it in Greece so that he could rip it unto his new laptop (I´m such a great gf): Justin Timberlake´s : FutureSex/Lovesounds. It´s a solid cd, although it took me a few listens to really start to like it. I believe that SexyBack is by far the most instantaneous likeable hit.
Here is my top 5 from the new JT album....
1.Lovestoned (it´s REALLY good...and I´ve had the sexyback song enough in my head already)
2.SexyBack (still wish to hear it in a club)
3.FutureSex/Lovesounds(a nice sexy sound...not too fast, great groove to it)
4.Sexy Ladies
5. Losing my Way (very different from the other songs...I love the choir at the end, and the lyrics are poignant)

There are a few songs that are so-so, but overall it´s worth buying. I can imagine Prince singing some of these, easily. People magazine did a good job in rating this CD...
Alright, I´m tuning out for now....gotta go to work soon. love you all and HAPPY B-DAY MISS IVANIE, 24....wish I was there to celebrate with you :P xoxoxoxoxo H.

Athens here I come

Tonight I am taking the bus to Madrid in order to catch a plane tomorrow that´s bound for Athens...how exciting is that? Although I´ve kinda become a little bit more scared of flying because of recent events, I still enjoy a good short trip where I know I´ll go bonkers on the pictures. I´ll be back in Huelva on the 20th....you´ll have to wait a lil before my next post, because I am going to be starting with some private classes on the 20th of Sept....I´ll be teaching French to an adult who needs to speak French with some moroccan coworkers.
It´ll keep me occupied before work starts full swing on Oct. 2nd...
I´ve gotta refreshen my French grammar, my Spanish knowledge has affected my French a little (since they are kinda similar) but I know that I will be ok.
Heck, I taught myself German grammar last year....I´ll manage.
I´m currently doing some mix cd´s...exciting, exciting. I´ve also promised myself to take better care of my cd´s from now (Shane would be proud). I have way too many that are scratched...lots of cd´s that I love. My autumn resolution will be to buy a good cd case and to end the scratch-craptic fest. I also have way too many untitled cd´s, which is actually even starting to drive ME crazy...
Download: Caravane by Raphael...well, it´s in French...but really beautiful. Ivanie, at least you should ;) By the way....update, girl!
Love you all and see you next week, xoxoxooox H....I´ll make sure to greet Zeus and Hermes (he´s my fave mate of the lot) for all of you!

"I will sell my 1,500 camels for you"

A mere 35 min ferry ride from the most southern spanish city Tarifa brought Abel and I to Tanger, Morocco...and what a different world it was. I had never felt like such a tourist before...and so inappropriately dressed :)! Our hotel was really great for the low price of 65 euros that we had paid...it had a really nice pool, sauna and massage area, and good restaurant with free breakfast. Lots of pictures coming up, so get ready to be entertained whilst I work my magic...


"Nooooooooooooo way! She can´t be escaped!" I exclaimed to Abel when I saw this sign. My confusion and perplexed state of mind turned to understanding when I realized, after a few moments, that Celine must be well known in Morocco because her husband (or grandfather,whichever way you look at it) is...moroccan, right? That´s the only possible explanation that I was able to come up with. Anyways, this "Salon de thé" was close to our hotel, and I really don´t have to tell you that we didn´t venture inside...but I just did, so there you go...


Carpets, teacups, pots, plates, shoes, dresses, shirts, etc etc....buy, buy, buy, sell, sell, sell! The most famous market area of Tanger is called Medina, and it´s just incredible how many tiny and big shops are all lined up together...side by side. The shops in Morocco all have this strange, stuffy, and sometimes downright "stinky" smell. Know why? Everything is done by hand, and they use lots of animal skin for the little leather dolls, shoes, and other goods. It was incredible wandering the little streets up and down, down and up...I felt like I was in another world. Seriously. Hearing people shout in arabic left and right was quite something. There are lots of signs in French and in Spanish as well, but arabic is of course widely spoken. It was great being able to speak more or less with the locals...I guess 4 languages come in handy in our little world ;) I´m sooooo modest....

This is the "no smoking" equivalent in Morocco...hehehe. We were eating in an outside restaurant when Abel spotted the pipe (they use it to smoke pot). Yes, Morocco is a strict country, but not THAT strict...things change, I guess. Lots of people were trying to sell us "chocolate" (wink wink, that´s what they call it) and yes, you ARE able to buy alcohol from some cafes (though not many...you gotta search) but they have a certain trick to it...I shall explain later. They eat a lot of couscous and chicken here....and the moroccan salad is just really great :) I did have to rush to the bathroom after our first moroccan meal (must have been that spicy hot sauce), but the food was delicious. Guess it takes some getting used to, hehehehe...
One thing that was extremely obvious was that there were NEVER any moroccan women sitting down for a coffee/tea in the cafes....everything was full of men. No joke. I felt a bit sorry for the women, seeing them bundled up from head to toe, shopping for spices and carrrying their children on their backs, or walking to the beach in full tent-sized clothing, but...I guess that they are used to this and maybe feel sorry for us...who knows? They are used to tourists over there, but lots of women still stared at my shorts and tank-top (incidentally I didn´t wear the shorts anymore after the first day...let´s just say that all eyes were on me from the moment I walked out the door to the moment I walked back to the hotel). I kinda knew about this before venturing out to Marocco, but I thought that more female tourists would be wearing shorts...not true. I think that I´ll have to ask Shane to buy me a typical female garb for when I go to Egypt in December...I think that it will be even worse for women over there. That, and I just want to feel safe and part of the crowd.
I did feel safe in Morocco, but that´s because Abel was with me. Most salesmen thought that we were either a couple or married...which makes sense, since most moroccan women probably only go out with their husbands or their girlfriends, never other men. I think that men have it MUCH easier, that´s for sure. Even when I was wearing pants, men still stare a lot and there are lots of places that are deemed only suitable for men and not women. 80% of the people that were visible there were men. What do the women do? Stay at home all day and cook? It was very interesting to see such an extremely different culture, it really opens your eyes and forces you to become more open-minded.


Here is Abel with (now) a good friend of ours. Notice the great hat he´s wearing. We went twice to his shop and bought most of our souvenirs and gifts from him...he spoke French, Arabic , Spanish and English. We started speaking Spanish with him, but he noticed my accent and from there on insisted on speaking English with us. He was quite funny too, and kept saying, "pretty girl, pretty girl, a pretty (this or that) for a pretty girl/lady" (anybody reminded of the movie Aladdin at this point? He was really nice and just had this great personality overall...we loved spending our moroccan "Dirkhams" in his shop. During our second stop, there was also another man in the shop helping our friend the bazaar salesman, and he apparently said that he would sell 1,500 camels in return for me...now those are a lot of camels. Thank you? Then there were other salesmen who thought that Abel and I were married...they wanted us to celebrate our honeymoon at their places where they would cook us a big feast. This happened twice in 2 different places.


Here you go: Apple-flavoured BEER! No, j/k....this is normal beer, but because we were sitting in a cafe on main street (I was the only woman there) and because it is technically forbidden by their religion, they try to hide the beer bottles by replacing them with juice/soda pop ones...so we weren´t drinking "Poms", as the name on the bottle suggests, but regular beer. Some stuff just doesn´t make sense though: They make their own local beers and wines, yet still hide the evidence from the public...it confused us sometimes...


We stayed 3 days and 2 nights, and on our 2nd day we decided to go to a little west coast town called Asilah. It is a heavily fortified town that was once occupied by the Portuguese, but nowadays many French and Spanish folk live there..It was a beautiful town, and well worth the trip. Close to this "portal" that leads to the Atlantic Ocean, there was a man dressed up in traditional clothing, singing and dancing away....Abel shot a video of me and the man, which turned out pretty good :) It was pretty funny, and yes, we did give the man a bit of money for having danced like a fool with yours truly...



Burriquito como tu......burriquito como tu....
I think that only Abel would understand....
Ojé, que piensas? Sacé una buena foto, no? Pero el burro me parece un poco cansado, probablemente de la gente que le esta siempre molestando con la cameras....como yo! Ja ja ja ja....





There were lots of great paintings all over Asilah...I thought that this one was pretty cool....great contrasts with the white murals. Lots of homes had tiny entrances that were just barely visible from the side streets. Yes, it looks like graffiti but it was very nice and original in many areas...
Our tour guide was nice, although a bit dirty-looking :P I really can´t complain about the tour through Asilah, except maybe that they should try to actually make themselves look a little bit more respectable than the next street bum. Hehehehe. Maybe that just added more to the moroccan charm, though. I especially loved the bus driver with 3/4 of his teeth missing and his evil shouts to the other drivers. Bonus points for frightening me.

On another side note: do NOT EVER attempt to drive in Morocco. Kids hitch-hike on the backs of trucks, falling off sometimes and possibly giving the driver behind a heart attack, the sound of honking is a steady shrill note brought on by petty things such as not driving IMMEDIATELY when the lights turns green, and pedestrians have no right of way. If you don´t move, they won´t stop. You better pray to Allah then...Abel and I were on a bus, but still had to hold our breath a few times. Oh, and we also saw a big truck completely tipped over on its side. Furthermore, the rule of thumb is: the more people crammed into a tiny car, the better. No room to even breathe? Heck, now that´s stellar! When it´s time to leave the sardine can, it´s like watching 50 clowns get out of a tiny car with polka-dots...only the clowns are moroccans and the car is a 1981 pieceofcrap....and the polka-dots are actually rust stains.

Here we are, soaking in the hot moroccan sun, with some of the richer parts of Asilah...this is where the spaniards and french people live and vacation throughout the summer...the beach was just off to the left, only a few meters away. Quite a nice spot...and lots of kids were jumping from super high cliffs into the ocean, which almost gave me a heart attack once again. "Don´t hit your head...don´t land on your stomache...don´t..." that was what my brain was doing to me.






A typical moroccan market, complete with chicken coops (is that how you say/write it?) and the whole shabang...very interesting, overall. The spices look very delicious and couscous is seen everywhere, being one of the main foods here. Also, tea leaves are sold at really cheap prices. The tea is really good here, although they do add a lot of sugar (Fanta lemon is sooo disgusting here though...wayyyy too sweet for my taste). Abel was a big fan of the tea and drank some every day...










Anybody want a magic carpet? There were lots of nice rugs and carpets strewn throughout the town...but of course I didn´t buy any, since everything was much too large and heavy. It´s incredible how everything is made from scratch here...most people sell the goods that they produced from their own two hands. I can´t even figure out how to set the alarm on some clocks sometimes...





Maybe I have this moroccan charm or something, I don´t know...but a waiter from the hotel taught me how to say "the prettiest of the pretties" in arabic, and kept asking me to say it everytime he would cross by our table. He also taught Abel some "magic" tricks with a cigarette, lol.
Overall, it was an amazing experience and I had a great time. I felt like I visited another world, and yet I wasn´t even that far away from Europe. Best 65 euros I ever spent!
I have to admit though, I was glad when our ferry arrived in Tarifa, Spain. I just felt this feeling of liberty again...I´m sure that male tourists would feel quite different, but as a woman (still wanna say girl but I´ll be 24 soon, so....) I felt a little uncomfortable at times while I was there. I do want to go back someday, but just for travel, never to live there. Women´s rights are restricted heavily, and lots of things seemed so unfair. It makes you appreciate the liberty and freedom that you have in other parts of the world.
This trip made me even more excited for Egypt...but, in the meantime, there is Greece to look forward to....in 4 days!!!
xoxoxoxo lots of love, Heidi

Before I go...

I just want to say: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh

oh, and: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh

love you all and Morocco pics will follow early next week!
xoxoxoxoox Heidi

You seemed like one of the invincible ones....

Go ahead; laugh. I don´t care. But I´m extremely bummed out about Steve Irwin´s death, and have been ever since Monday...growing up, I used to watch his show with my family, enjoying his enthusiasm for wildlife and creatures. His death is a great loss.
When I read the terrible news on msn Monday morning, I couldn´t believe it. I immediately thought about his wife Terri and his two children...and that just broke my heart. Sure, he was a risk taker, and in some ways people might think that this is just destiny that he died from one of his adventures...but a stingray?? Struck in the HEART? It just doesn´t feel right, you know? They are usually docile creatures...Í guess what I´m trying to say is that it´s unfair, in a way.
I watched a "remembering Steve" documentary where they had snippets of previous interviews , and it litteraly broke my heart to see how much his children loved him, especially Bindi Sue since she is the eldest of his kids...she was stroking his hair and face while he was talking during one interview and she proudly said,"When I grow up I want to be just like Daddy!". Heartwrenching.
Poor kids still probably don´t understand what has happened to their father.
I´m sure that Terri is a tough woman, and I´m sure that she must have talked about death more than once with her husband during the late night hours (obviously, no once can deny risks with a profession like that) but it´s still a sad situation and I´m sure that she must be devastated.
I just feel as if this wasn´t his right moment to go. I feel terrible saying this, but maybe if a crocodile would have gotten him, his death would have seemed more plausible and I would have accepted it better.
I feel really bummed out...the last time I felt this way for a celebrity´s death was for Princess Diana...1997. Long time ago.
Goodbye, Mate....

shorty short short

So far, best new song I caught on MTV España this week: "Here it goes again" by Ok, Go. The video is awesome...I demand you watch it ;) Simple, yet ubercool.
H.xoxoxooxoxo

My writings...found again.

I stumbled across some old poetry/prose/stories that I wrote just a few years ago. It´s amazing what feelings and memories flood back...
They don´t have to make sense to you:

The little blue girl (I remember writing this in 1st year Uni almost without stopping...it was almost like a stream of consciousness..again, it doesn´t have to make sense to you! Don´t mind the format...again, I basically wrote this without a pause, never stopping to consider grammar or proper formatting)

It´s raining, she said, while looking at the people who were so evidently engaged at their beautiful dreamy raptures that they didn't even notice her tear-stricken face, that was overshadowed with the prospect that she would never remain a child, and that the fear of growing up consumed her and tore at her flesh. Her tormented twisted body wanted to escape the hellish realities of everyday life, yet she never told anybody, and she silently screamed from the inside...she silently screamed from the inside. She ran from faceless face to faceless face...hear me hear me hear me she yelled...Oh...
The blue tinted veins in her hands seemed to lunge at her throat, threatening to strangle her with their elongated grasp. Let me tear out her last breath, they screamed...she fears herself then she fears breathing...why don't we help her eliminate it they would say...softly blowing the delicious and dangerous words into her ear. Again and again she tore at her hands...let me be, let me be the blood that flows through me is seriously hurting me! Madly dashing through rooms of clay, she stopped at a little brook and looked at her reflection in the water...So this is who I am, she said, while looking at the sparkling waters...This is not me...Who am I, she asked and her veins replied you are the blood, you are the flesh, you are the infinite and the limited. Through you, dreams can become and they can dissolve...Through your actions you can die and you can live. Hear out your veins and feel the blue...look at the blue. Taste the blue for it is in you. Taste she did, and quickly slashed, ran the blood out from her grasp. Alas, alas, what have you done, screamed the veins as they did run. I have simply done the deed, she cried as the veins slowly emptied themselves into the little brook. Look, look, how your blue mixes with the whiteness of the foam! cried she foolishly with glee. Sick, oh sick, we fly towards the water, and you will soon feel what is the matter, they howled as they flowed into the brook. Her heart was feeling weaker, she was laughing her last breath. Oh, don't feel bad for me...for I feel bad for you, though I will die, I will not be a deathly colour blue, but white as pure as the clouds, there shall I finally look like I always should have. The blue which drains from my grasp will only help me pass...

Raw (written sometime during the beginning of 3rd year)

Your feelings are like snowflakes
In the wind, burning with intensity
And then fading upon my cheek.
They melt upon my skin,
Diluting the salty tears
From my own eyes which dry out
The flakes of flesh.
Why shun emotion when it could only open your heart?
If I cannot have your feelings,
Then let me stand in the raging
Snowstorm and feel the bittersweetness
Of each fleeting emotion, if but for one single moment...

This is just a snippet of an old journal entry :
------and the next day you wake up and take your last breath as you remember in the smallest corner of your mind the most beautiful sunset you have ever seen-----

I guess what I´m just trying to point out by all of this is that I should keep up with my writings...because some of them aren´t all that bad. I used to write an insane amount of poetry and prose when I was in high-school. It would be a pity to just completely stop.

lazy hot sunday...

So for the past few days the temperature has been at a steady 33-35 degrees. Today though, it´s 38. We´re in September now, no? Maybe this is the short roast season before autumn begins...
Yesterday was fun. After a day at the beach with my friends Ana, Alberto and Abel (oh my God I just noticed that all their names start with "A". The A Team!!! Maybe I should switch my name back to the way "Heidi" was just a few decades ago: Adelheid) I headed out to Punta Umbria with Abel for a late dinner and a night of fun and dancing. We had some great little tapas: croquetas de pollo, ensalada mixta and coquillas (little fried chicken pieces, mixed salad and little sea shell thingys that were extremely delicious). From about 1:30 until 7 a.m., Abel and I boogied our way through several bars and a big outdoor discoteca. It was fun, and I actually didn´t cut my feet on the broken glass that was lying around everywhere (I don´t know why they don´t switch to plastic cups...it would be a hell of a lot safer AND the bar would save lots of money on glasses).
So what did I do today? Well, since I came home at around 8-ish, I basically slept throughout most of the day. As I´m typing this it´s 8pm and I really haven´t done too much. Not that that´s a bad thing...everything is dead and closed on Sundays. I got up at around 2:30 pm, showered, cleaned the apartment, read my awesome new book and fell asleep again on the couch...woke up at around 7pm again, made myself some fish and veggies and did the dishes....and here I am. What an EXHAUSTING day, eh?
Incidentally, the knoo looks dead from all of this heat. She´s a little insane in that she still sleeps UNDER my blanket...when I´m sweating from just sitting around in short shorts and a thin tank top. She likes sleeping there, though. I think it´s a comfort thing, since she´s been doing that ever since she was a wee poo. She´s sooo funny, when she awakes from her slumbers her meows sound like croaks...SOMEBODY needs a glass of water, eh lucy knoo?
I love my kitty.
Tomorrow my academy opens, but just to let new students register and things like that. The official first day of classes is Oct. 2nd....seems late for us, but it´s like that all over Spain. It´s the insane heat that forces directors and profs to start later during the year. Anyways, I´ll have to go over there probably sometime tomorrow or later during the week to finalize the contract and give them some of my info, passport, etc...I´m excited and nervous. Starting a new job is always scary...but in a good way. Although I am a bit nervous for Oct. 2nd, I´m dying to start and meet my students. Hopefully most of them will be a joy to teach.
In other news....Morocco is booked! 3 days and 2 night starting as of the 8th of Sept :) We also rented a car, so that should be good. I´m so excited! It will be me, Abel and Ana´s roommate Laura, who is a bit shy but a nice girl overall.
Greece is also booked...ready and raring to go! I´ll arrive late on the 14th in Athens and then wait a lil bit to pick up Shane early on the 15th...fun times :)
It´s an exciting month.....2 trips, teacher´s college applications, preparing for my new job, etc etc....
And don´t you all worry; there will be plenty of pictures again....
Top 5 websites I usually visit when I have nothing better to do:
1. My friend´s blogs
2. www.thesuperficial.com LOVE IT...fan for the past 2 years now...
3. www.liquidgeneration.com Check out "How to snag a fag" by Ghetto Stilleto...it´s a gem. "Stop the car...I feel like dancing!"
4. Yahoo weather for Spain (some things never change)
5. www.nasa.gov Shit...I better choose a new fave planet now that Pluto is out of the picture... Yes, incidentally I did used to watch Babylon 5 a lot AND Star Trek classics from the 60´s AND Star Trek the Next Generation. Might be my brother who got me into this stuff...we used to watch those shows together all the time. There´s also nothing like reading about Dark Matter and listening to a reproduced audio of The Big Bang (which actually sounded like a deep, long hum) on a hot, sunny night.
I´ve scared you all enough.
xoxoxoxooxox H.