The other day I passed a woman on the street who was wearing only a bra and jeans. Not a new bra. And not a pretty bra. Somehow, over the course of a weekend bender, she had simply become separated from her camiseta, her shirt. The little old Madrileñeno woman walking beside me and I shared a laugh, and when she launched into a barrage of Spanish, I understood most of it. And we simultaneously made a gesture that is universally understood: both hands in front of your chest, palms out, fingers spread, add a little shrug. In every language it means, No. She. Didn’t!
Naturally.
After six weeks in Spain, these types of things seem naturalmente. The sound of singing at 4 am, es normál. Fountains every other street? No problemo. Did you know there are no dryers in Spain, for your clothes? It’s natural to let the warm air serve you in some way. The washers have a cycle that is roughly 90 minutes long, pero once the clothes are hung up, they are dry very, very quickly.
There’s a lesson in that for America, our climate controlled inertia could be put to good use. Even the air conditioners in private homes get little use here, and honey, hace mucho calor! (It’s very hot.) I keep looking up to see if solar panels are sprouting on buildings, because that, naturalmente, seems like a logical next step.
This is Monday, which means that Kat will be here in only 4 short days! ¿De donde ir el verano? No sé! Pero, estoy muy feliz de ver a mi mujer magnífico! It’s been an amazing and wonderful time for both of us, but we are done, SICK of Skype as our primary mode of communication. We’re ready for some of our good old natural…well, you’re with me on this, I feel sure.
A mi, está incredable! Only 1 week left of school and we’ll be on our way to Asturias, to the beach in A Coruña. I can make you a small wager, I bet you this blog will not get updated after finals and Kat’s arrival. Whatdya bet? I’m so excited, I’m singing to myself! Es naturalmente.
My Summer in Spain 