In long, I made a lot of money (and spent a lot of money) in the past 5 weeks. The first part can be attributed to working 10-hour days of non-stop lesson-planning, document-translating, and bike-commuting. The second part can be attributed to Spain-traveling, beer-drinking, and rent-paying.
In the past 2 weeks. I climbed a mountain, reached two different bodies of salt water, and had wine poured on my head repeatedly. We had friends visiting, with as many as 6 sleeping in one room at any given time. We made food together, slept together, got drunk together (and thus had our hangover together). This can all be attributed to San Fermín (i.e. the Running of the Bulls).
Thus, my blog went on the backburner.
In many ways San Fermín was like...
a party, where there are endless friends, shenanigans, alcohol (well, not really endless alcohol), and shit on the floor.
a war, where every time you leave your house you have to be prepared for battle.
an apocalypse, where all the stores are shut down and the only ones that remain open are taking anything you have, and no one really cares what day or time it is.
a commune, where 13 people can peacefully share approximately 50 square meters and only one bathroom, even if they only just met each other.
a break, where I didn't have to think about work or checking my goddamn email.
Now, I'm on a different kind of vacation. There's no one in the house except the two of us, and a dog. And I will have very few classes this month. So I'll be at home, writing as much as I can.
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At the Txupinazo in the Plaza del Ayuntamiento. See those blue signs in the back of the crowd?
That's our building. We came downstairs about an hour before the rocket, and we still didn't get
much further than 5 meters from our front door. (via eleconomista.es)
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