…and I haven’t heard the music, but I’ll tell you what’s awesome about opening my little door to my even littler veranda and seeing this:
Yep, warm and SUNNY, just what I was looking for. All the Spaniards, though, were wearing coats, which was funny because the “others” were not…we were hot! Anyway, early this morning I found the second big difference between Ireland and Spain when the car horns started beeping…and beeping, different sounding ones, alternately yelling at something blocking their passage I assumed. I did not hear this in Ireland, everyone pretty much just waited.
I am in a hotel in the middle of the old part of the city and it is gorgeous here:
But I am a stranger in a strange land, so as I went out for brunch (okay, so I missed breakfast again, but just because I really have a nasty cold and didn’t sleep well last night), I headed for an old friend:
Then I strolled down the Calle Paz taking pictures of everything I saw because it’s all so beautiful, and came to this park: the Palacio de Justicia with this awesome statue of some hero, I’m sure (I just take pics, I’m not your history teacher, hahaha, look it up) 😉
And where I met Mimozka Simeonuva from Bulgaria:
Now, she did not speak a word of English and I don’t even know what language she spoke, but we sat and mimed and got to know each other a little bit. She was here visiting a friend, has two kids, a boy who’s 25 and a girl, 22, and a husband back home, and a dog. I even saw her later on in the day and she acted as if we were old friends. And this is why women are awesome.
I did, however, meet a couple of awesome guys, too. As I was walking past yet another Starbucks, I heard two men speaking and lo and behold, it was English! Not just English, American! I longed to talk to them so I offered to take a picture with both of them in it. Turns out they are pilots for UPS: John (left) lives in Lumberton, NJ (about 15 minutes from me!) and Marty’s from Cleveland. They invited me to join them and we continued walking around town; they even treated me to dinner and although I really wanted to take my leftovers back to the hotel, I gave them to a one-legged man in a wheelchair because that’s what you’re supposed to do for one-legged people.
They fly out tonight but one of their buddies is due in tomorrow and we have a plan. As this guy’s a Starbucks freak, they KNOW he’ll be there tomorrow afternoon. I am going to go up to him, say hey, aren’t you so and so, and act sad that he doesn’t remember me from 25 years ago from Palma, I think he said…it’s gonna be legen–wait for it–
dairy. And here’s a cow:
We saw a whole bunch of awesome buildings and a famous restaurant which has been on tv because they have churros and thick chocolate dipping sauce. We didn’t stop there today, but maybe manyana? (I really don’t know how to put accent marks on words, but you know there’s one over the y, right?)
We walked and walked and walked and I never once said my feet hurt, even though they did, and I returned to my hotel, got a cup of herbal tea from downstairs and have been sitting in my big chair hoping my fragile internet connection doesn’t konk out again, listening to my new favorite cd ooh la baby by Galia Arad (see previous post: Music and Words) and willing this cold to go away.
I’m not sad though, because IT WAS SUNNY ALL DAY 🙂