For you Dad: One of the fathers at the school is a pharmaceutical rep as well and we have all these notepads with Spanish medicine names... I was like "Hello familiar"
This is me hauling my bike up to our apartment. The elevator says it's a four person capacity, but I can bend my arms at the elbow and touch my elbows to the walls on both sides ... it's a tight squeeze
This is a weird and delicious fruit called the chirimoya. It was so sweet I couldn't finish it. It's very soft and you don't eat the seeds. My placemat for breakfast has a pheasant on it. I find that unusual.
My bike, this time en route to the beach on the train. While I was trying to lift it up, the train started moving and I fell on top of it. An elderly Spanish woman rushed to my rescue, followed by a middle aged man. The middle age man was more helpful in getting the bike on the hook.
Ralph, this one's for you. This is how milk comes here. I'm pretty sure it would be like a milk box for you to drink in one sitting. Fabi doesn't drink milk so I drink it straight from it's little opening. It kind of tastes strange. I'm over it though.
6 comments:
Whoa 2 posts. Hold your horses!
1. love that you have a bike.
2. the milk box looks like it would taste good.
3. I'm jealous of the ocean as it is 45 degrees and I'm already wearing scarves and boots.
4. You sound so happy. :)
Chirimoya...yes please...
Ahh, UHT milk, I've managed to find some normal milk in Andorra, but not everywhere. I think I'm getting used to the taste, though.
Wow, I caught up with your blog way faster than you can probably catch up with mine. That's what happens when you procrastinate blog posts for weeks at a time.
I'd bring you milk, but I don't think I can take it on the plane. And it might go off before you get a chance to drink it anyway.
Tomorrow!
you look and sound wonderful! :) Miss you!
Have you had melón!?!?!?
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