Mal ,'Serenity'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
(...I OD'd on Virgin and Childs and medieval art. Which is not my thing)
Whereas I could not possibly OD on either, not even if I tried. Possibly the most predictable statement I've ever made in a lifetime of predictable statements.
ION, I've been cleaning and cleaning and the difference is just barely discernible, if you squint. If I weren't soloing Matilda this weekend, I'd totally be soaking my head in gin right now.
I didn't have a problem in Barcelona 15 sob years ago. I loved it and found tons of people to talk to (I was travelling solo.) It's simply beautiful geographically.
My shoulder is cranky. I think it wasn't the swim, but the yardwork on top of it. It's happened before. Who knew raking and scooping could do that? Oh, and at one point when was reaching to scoop some stuff up, a muscle in my butt twanged and went useless and for the next several iterations, I had to keep that leg out straight behind me when I went to scoop and lift. I probably looked like I was doing some sort of bastardized ballet move. It went away. I don't like reminders my body is steadily falling apart.
I prefer Barcelona; Madrid is a new city that's a little like NY. Barcelona is close to the water and has the Ramblas and Gaudi. Maybe I'm biased because I was harassed in Madrid and didn't see the Prado. But in either city you just won't have language trouble -- English is the lingua franca of Europe, and for the rest, just brush up on your skills in international communication.
(Ftr, I totally can't afford to do this but just don't care. I've never been anywhere outside of North America except England, and I doubt another opportunity like this will arise. So. Yeah.)
In Barcelona you get to see Antoni Gaudi architecture like the Sagrada Famíllia.
And Casa Batlló!
Also the Museu de l'erotica, which is fun if you like erotica, which I know no one here likes.
Pix, if you want a preview of Barcelona, you can skim my photo albums: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V.
Drat, two of the steaks I bought Tuesday have rapidly gone bad despite a third being just fine last night. It was like the beef had a supernaturally aging portrait of itself that I destroyed by undoing the wrapper.
Oh well, I guess I'm now forced to go out to dinner.
"Donde esta el bano?" will take care of a great many problems.
I've been cleaning and cleaning and the difference is just barely discernible, if you squint.
I feel you. When we "clean" we take the "cleanliness" level up from "This House Should Come With A Hazmat Bubble" to "Dang, Your House Is Filthy."
Because we're awesome like that.
I've been cleaning and cleaning and the difference is just barely discernible, if you squint.
I also feel your pain.
t goes back to reading H50 fic instead of more cleaning
I have too many shoes.
I've organized them, and put some in my goodwill pile, and some in the pile I may sell on ebay, but still, I have too many shoes.