That's 6:54 PM. I'm almost used to telling time this way.
I'm sitting outside Café de Indias, using their internet. The price? A frothy cappuccino. I'm on one of my favorite streets here: Los reyes católicos. It leads right up to Puente Isabel that I cross everyday to get over the Guadalquivir river to Triana, the pueblo in which I live.
A woman with purple hair just walked by. Now, I've seen red hair here: in fact, my host mother has very red hair and I've seen varying shades, but this? Most definitely purple. Wow.
The mild, fresh breeze is frequently interrupted by cigarette smoke. Since coming here, I've been strangely tempted to buy a pack and smoke a few. I haven't gone crazy nor have I forgotten the years during middle school that taught us the myriad bad effects of smoking. I might just smoke and blend in for a day, and I might not.
Two men, obviously good friends, greet each other with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Now, in the U.S. we like to label some guys' close friendships a bromance, but I think even they would stop at this. Yet here it's not abnormal in the least.
The babies are precious here! They're dressed like mini-adults. They often stare at me and I don't mind. The little girl tottering on by me had to get tugged on the arm to continue.
If only someone were on Skype right now--I'd love to chat. I have two hours until dinner and plenty of sunlight to enjoy. Today I didn't even wear a scarf, which is a European must-have. Spring is on its way!
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Sorry I wasn't on Skype to chat with you! Mom is here now so maybe we can manage a chat with her computer sometime soon. Right now I'm sitting at my computer with little Ollie on my lap. He is upset because the cats have followed us into the room and are watching him menacingly. They are NOT happy to have a dog in the house. Kathryn, on the other hand, is beside herself with happiness. :)
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