back in granada. i keep not leaving. ian and xoana are wonderful. after a conversation in broken spanish and broken english, i´ve spread rumours about canadian crossdressers. i´m sorry, drag´s a difficult thing to explain across languages.
was on the coast. camped beneath the stars. no andalusian bears ate me. an andalusion rat ate my yogurt, though. no words can describe how amazing it was to be all alone on a secluded beach that you can´t even access by foot. similarly, no words can describe how terrifying it was walking down the cliffs they call hills with my backpack, wondering if and when i was going to die. i have a few more personalities now. we had to talk each other through the descent. the hiking guide should have a big warning saying "the path we call ´marked´ really isn´t, and though we say it´s a good multiday camping trip, don´t actually bring supplies because more weight means greater chance of death." fuck hiking guides.
found a tiny fishing town. loved it. stayed a few days with romanis who worked there. spoke only spanish all weekend. survived. mariano´s a loco romantico. iulian´s such a sweet fellow. turns out it´s the town xoana´s from, though didn´t know that until i got back to granada and raved on about it. i hope it wasn´t her grandmother that i made angry by taking a photo of her underthings blowing on the clothes line in the wind.
supposed to maybe meet ivana this weekend. don´t know where yet. keep meaning to head north. keep staying here. sat in a plaza listening to flamenco and accordian yesterday afternoon in the sunshine. was invited to a fiesta that night. when people arrived, they started playing instruments. all the party was music and people crammed in a tiny room with drums and a bass and a clarinet and an accordian and guitars and singing and castanets and more drums and everything got passed around. afterwards, ian and i talked about the people we met by the instruments they played. it´s what the honey house BYOI party should have been, but wasn´t. next time, we need an accordian. or banjo. or clarinet. because accordian and clarinet players are apparently the life of the party. i really really really want to learn clarinet and accordian now. the previous two sentences are not related.
who has an instrument and wants to make a few bucks making me a virtuoso like the spaniard who had his birthday yesterday?
as much as i want to see ivana, i don´t want to leave spain yet. and i don´t want to leave the south yet. i´m getting to know the city, i can spend my time practicing spanish and getting a feel for the people and the country and making friends, rather than trying to figure out where things are now. if i go elsewhere, i´ll have to start anew. and i really want to keep on speaking spanish. fingers crossed that i´ll end up meeting a spaniard for café later today, if only to pratice more, because last night, when i was too tired to think, it was easier for both of us to just speak english. and i woke up this morning thinking that it was a wasted opportunity to practice.
s´prolly a good idea to leave the internet café and actually interact with people in the real world, then. though the number of hours i´ve garnered for this latest sfss paycheque is ridiculous. i´m going shopping for clothes, because i´m certainly earning enough to pay for it during this "vacation"!