Summer Spain

Of course, we're actually sliding into fall now, but the track listing is what it is. I actually broke out the jeans today for the first time.

Things are pretty good here. Last night we went to an Irish pub called Dubliners that's popular with American students. Not very adventurous, the familiar atmosphere and prevalence of English-speakers was pretty comforting. As was the soundtrack, which was more or less Greatest Hits of 2006. Serious middle school flashbacks.

Inside Rodilla!

Unfortunately, we got back super late and slept through our 9AM class. So it goes. We headed over to Getafe (Heh-Tah-Fay: the suburb where Carlos III is) anyway for a quick swim before Ramiro's class back in Madrid. We've made it up to the 1500's in Spanish history, mostly conquistadores and the Inquisition. So a lot of genocide.


After class, we actually went INTO a Rodilla for the first time and had one of their "world-famous" sandwiches. These sandwiches are great for snacks, not so much for meals, because they're really glorified finger sandwiches. Crustless white bread cut sold by the triangle. We had creamy bleu cheese with arugula on some kind of poppy seed bread and munched while we got started on reading Cosmopolis for Lit Theory. It's a Spanish translation of an American book and is now a movie starring Robert Pattinson, so he's on the cover. Go figure.

Just browsing!

A quick anecdote: we bought the book yesterday at the Corte Ingles in the "foreign narratives" section, which is all translated books, most of which were originally in English and a lot that I own or have read at home. Most titles apparently don't really translate directly, though, so it's interesting to see what they've decided to call stuff here. The Silver Pigs, for example, translates to British Silver, a "Marco Didio Falco" novel.

Now we're home, awaiting dinner and prepping for a night in with Skype and Netflix. A much-needed night of recovery.