Hola!

the blogger menu is all in Spanish. bizzare.

Im writing this as i sweat here in beautiful mazarron, Spain. this spanish keyboard is totally wierd, so you´ll forgive me if i forgo caps.

I came out here with BSA to visit my family and see the sights. we had a nice flight. pretty much slept most of the way here. sunday we were in Madrid, and totally got ripped off by a taxi driver. unfortunately, niether of us speak enough spanish to point out that the meter said one thing, and handling our baggage and adding tip for our convience still shouldn´t be 8 euros, but oh well.

i was adjusting to the jet lag pretty well, until i took a nap today after the beach. i went down and five, and woke up at 9. crap!

sunday we walked around retiro park, which was very nice, and saw a pair of horse cops. one of the horses loved to prance, and seemed to determine to show off how he pretty he was, so we snapped pictures. the cops seemed to like it though, they stopped and posed.

we went to a bull fight sunday night. the plaza des toros is gorgeous. an amazing brick and cement colleuseum. we saw 4 main matadors each fight two bulls. it was pretty intense. i´m not sure at what point we started cheering for the bulls, but my favorite was when a bull made the blond matador run for the fence, and BSA yelled out ´"take that pretty boy!"

he was very pretty. he looked like dr chase from House. he also loved to prance and jump, and looked very good whenever he had to leap the fence.

i need a boyfriend. ;)

there was one bull that was amazing. he was determined to take out the guy on the horse, that he kept getting speared over and over, and they spear hit an artery. the blood gushed up all over the horse, and i said "good night that´s an arterial spurt!" we thought for sure that he would bleed out before the matador go to finish the fight, and they´d send a junior matador to knife him Ç(this happened to the first bull, who gave up early on) but the bull was amazing. he simply would not quit, even though he was bleeding heavily. even after he had the six spears and the sword in him, he still went after a junior matador and managed to get his cape.

after the senior matador struck the killing blow, and the mules came to pull the body away, everyone in the stands stood up. it was just an amazing show of endurance.

right now i´m at the beach, spending the days in my swimsuit and trying not to burn. i even went snorkeling today. we´re going to a costume party tomorrow, with some of the families here in mazarron. i don´t have a costume, i recommended that BSA and i go as american tourists.