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amalthyaMonday 1:15 am
June 11th, 2007
Spain has been a completely new and strange experience. And yet, of all the places I've traveled thus far, I feel less alien here than I have in any other place. Mostly because I'm here with my family, so I don't feel like I need to do a lot of tourist things.
Which is silly, because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
astralina tells me I MUST go to this ancient restaurant that Ernest Hemmingway ate at. Maybe I'll go tomorrow.
My cousin Cookie took me today to this fabulous lunchtime tapas place, teeming with people and of course, meat.
I don't know what it is about Spain and Italy that is so "UNGH! MEAT!" that France is just lacking in its "Oo la la, Cheese!" But Spain just has the bullfighting, and the ham. You'd think they would have streamlined and started curing bull meat or something, but no.
Anyway, we went to this tapas place for lunch, and of course I tried the ham for Cookie and also some calamari, but the texture was less rubbery but still yucky. But what I did love madly was the cheese (of course) and these green jalapeño-looking peppers. Some of them, though, were SPICY! As MattZ said, it was like the Spicy Lottery.
It actually reminded me too of eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans withlauren_lief. But all of the peppers were delicious, and you'd eat one, and look for the next one to eat, thinking "Which one looks the least spicy!?" So much fun! Food enrichment, even!
We also had tinto de something-or-other, which is lighter, summer red wine that's mixed with something. It was a great time, and I felt much like a local.
My aunt has also been having me see what I can only describe as a Chilean Massage Witch. She basically throttles you in an attempt to get your body mass somehow rearranged/broken up. It was certainly the strangest massage I've ever gotten, but it left me with this wonderful feeling and I wonder whether there's anything like it or comparable in New York. But really, how would I even find such a thing? Look in the phonebook under C, for Chilean? M, for Massage? ... W, for Witch? She makes these special creams too and rubs them into you, and really, I just feel like walking velvet.
I have to say, living here feels very natural and nice. I wonder what it'd be like to live in a city like this, and have maybe a moped, or a smartcar. Tool around and eat cheese and speak in tongues.
Though I'll say after the last month that I'm a big languaged-out! I think I mentioned that. So much French, Italian, Spanish coursing through me. I usually pick up snatches and put them together in something I can understand and learn more as I spend more time in a place, but wooooo. I dunno anymore.
Okay, my battery is almost dead. I'm also officially worn out from listening to this song on repeat, since Charles K emailed it to me tonight. We heard it on the radio in Italy multiple times, and it's just so catchy!
7 minutes left on the battery. Do I stick around and go get the cord? Ahhhhh
June 11th, 2007
Spain has been a completely new and strange experience. And yet, of all the places I've traveled thus far, I feel less alien here than I have in any other place. Mostly because I'm here with my family, so I don't feel like I need to do a lot of tourist things.
Which is silly, because
astralina tells me I MUST go to this ancient restaurant that Ernest Hemmingway ate at. Maybe I'll go tomorrow.My cousin Cookie took me today to this fabulous lunchtime tapas place, teeming with people and of course, meat.
I don't know what it is about Spain and Italy that is so "UNGH! MEAT!" that France is just lacking in its "Oo la la, Cheese!" But Spain just has the bullfighting, and the ham. You'd think they would have streamlined and started curing bull meat or something, but no.
Anyway, we went to this tapas place for lunch, and of course I tried the ham for Cookie and also some calamari, but the texture was less rubbery but still yucky. But what I did love madly was the cheese (of course) and these green jalapeño-looking peppers. Some of them, though, were SPICY! As MattZ said, it was like the Spicy Lottery.
It actually reminded me too of eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans with
lauren_lief. But all of the peppers were delicious, and you'd eat one, and look for the next one to eat, thinking "Which one looks the least spicy!?" So much fun! Food enrichment, even! We also had tinto de something-or-other, which is lighter, summer red wine that's mixed with something. It was a great time, and I felt much like a local.
My aunt has also been having me see what I can only describe as a Chilean Massage Witch. She basically throttles you in an attempt to get your body mass somehow rearranged/broken up. It was certainly the strangest massage I've ever gotten, but it left me with this wonderful feeling and I wonder whether there's anything like it or comparable in New York. But really, how would I even find such a thing? Look in the phonebook under C, for Chilean? M, for Massage? ... W, for Witch? She makes these special creams too and rubs them into you, and really, I just feel like walking velvet.
I have to say, living here feels very natural and nice. I wonder what it'd be like to live in a city like this, and have maybe a moped, or a smartcar. Tool around and eat cheese and speak in tongues.
Though I'll say after the last month that I'm a big languaged-out! I think I mentioned that. So much French, Italian, Spanish coursing through me. I usually pick up snatches and put them together in something I can understand and learn more as I spend more time in a place, but wooooo. I dunno anymore.
Okay, my battery is almost dead. I'm also officially worn out from listening to this song on repeat, since Charles K emailed it to me tonight. We heard it on the radio in Italy multiple times, and it's just so catchy!
7 minutes left on the battery. Do I stick around and go get the cord? Ahhhhh
