There are no excuses, only beer!

Hola!
Sol’s and my internet connection is yet again messing with us. But that’s not the only reason I’ve been hiding since last time. Little Ainita came for a visit from the south to spend Paddy’s Day here with us. It’s been a crazy weekend, and catching up was fun.

But first of all, this week has in itself been a bit weird to say the very least. Tuesday night Sol smelled a funny smell in our bathroom, and as we didn’t know what it was we were scared it might have been a gas leak. And gas leaks lead to explosion according to the Spanish news so we stayed awake laughing at our little situation and fell asleep around 4.30 in the same room with a window completely open. At that point we had decided it wasn’t a dangerous smell and the next morning the smell disappeared. Our washing machine is leaking as well, so life's wonderful here in the middle of Spain. ;-)

About my little soap opera in my Spanish class: both the Italian guy nr 1 and the German girl have been to class, but seem to have completely left each other. Instead the German girl seems to have started a story of her own with the Greek guy in the class. The Italian guy nr 1 is trying to ally himself with another Italian guy (one of the German girls followers of course), but I doubt it will work. His next step was to try and make the German girl jealous by hanging out with the Greek girl. Am not sure if this works either. And to be completely honest, the German girl fits much better with the Greek guy. My love story is disappearing or maybe rather taking new shapes.

Sol and I have some suitors in our European Integration course. They are three, Spanish and probably younger than us. When we arrive to class they are always waiting outside the class room chatting along, but as soon as we pass them they shut up. Either they think we’re really cute, or they think we are just plain weird. Sol and I are trying to come up with the best idea to make them embarrassed. Me scaring them with a ‘what you looking at, huh’ has been one idea, another would be to flirtatiously say ‘hey boys, how you doin’?’ – Joey style. Any suggestions?

Aino arrived late Thursday evening and we spent most of the night chatting about this and that – I mean, sleep, who needs it really? After my literature class on Friday we went out shopping and sightseeing and imagine our surprise when we in a small shop suddenly hear ‘Jag känner en booooooot…’! Boten Anna in Swedish on Spanish radio, played exactly the weekend when Aino visits me. It’s all too good to be true!

But that wasn’t the only Swedish music we heard in public during our time together.

Paddy’s Day evening was spent in Dublin Bay with friends, Irish and others, wearing green Guinness hats (you got one with every two pints of Guinness), drinking Guinness (of course, it’s Paddy’s Day!) and suddenly out of nowhere the DJ puts on Timbuktu ‘Karmakontot’! This can’t be for real, Aino and I said, but oh it was! We even made the DJ play the song again… Not very Irish I know, but there was no Irish music at all, only the average Spanish bar music, and then Timbuk is a great surprise!

Hope everyone had a great Paddy's day, 'cause I sure had, as always on this green holiday!
Paddy’s Day motto 2007: There are no excuses, only beer!

/K
p.s. Stay away from el hombre de kebab! ;-)