The Sunday Funnies

The church bells tolled this morning loudly through my window calling all the townspeople to worship. I counted the tolls and to my surprise realized that there were way to many. Figuring the bell toller was nursing a hangover, i forgave him and rolled over trying to get back in touch witht he blackness of my eyelids. The stresses, projects,and drama of this week fatigued me greatly and i begged myself to please allow for another moment of solitude before the beginng of a busy day. However once the light hit my pupils i was done for lacing up my sneakers to hit the pavement, a sunday morning ritual a cleanser from a weekend of late nights, dancing, and the occasional sangria festivities. As my feet hit the pavement, i watched the families scatter to and fro pushing their bundles of joy in overly expensive carriages. It amazes me how the children here dress, the baby buggies, and the general attention to detail when dressing children. I watched both the young and the old meander about the old cities, the old women clutched tightly to their sunkissed and wrinkled partners, decked out to the the extreme in their fur coats, bright red lipstick and matching hats. This is sunday in Spain, it is a day dedicated to families and they do indeed make that obvious with their glares as i run through the streets working out. The women look at me as to say ÿou go girl, while the men on the other hand are bewildered that i :
a: am not pushing a stroller
b: am in shape , unlike the other spanish women
c: am not clutched ever so tightly to a strapping young man that more or less would be in better shape than me
d: working out on a sunday and not at home preparing a lovely meal for my family. ( i was told the other day by an old shopkeeper that at my age, a healthy 23, i should be settled down by now).
Men tip their hats as i run by while others just stare in amazement. I asked a local friend why such the reactiont o which he cooly replied; oh men are smarter than women they shouldnt work out but cook and clean: i NEARLY CHOKED on my tapas, as i tried to clear my throat for air. AHEM it amazed me. This general mind frame in Spain i have been informed is a direct product of the Franco Era, a dodgy subject around here.
Needless to say as i ran, listening to the tripolar cd, recounting on my week of endless projects, classes, and teaching practicals. I was amazed to stop and think as i went to cross the street that i managed to get it all done. I smiled in my victory and reflected again. This week i taught the Elementary Evening class which were the most unbehaved gremlins ever as well as the Preintermediate class which proved to be a rather sophisticated bunch of unique personalities. To the extent that the other instructor and i went out for tapas with them and fought off their impending advances. He was being hit on my a busty overweight spanish woman who loved english men while i myself tried to save my honor from the grips of a local pilot in training whose good looks and game could easily be intoxicating for the inexperienced woman. We both i am happy to report escaped with our honor intact. Additionally this week we also had a series of projects due in addition to starting to think about job opportunities after the course ends. We were given a series of charts in addition to their hiring season and held private meetings to discuss our options or any other questions we might have. The thought of staying in Spain intoxicates me as i look into the very many possible next steps. I have had the help of a local man with many connections and we have discussed which ones would be the best fit for me, the most beneficial. Exploring my options puts me into a dreamlike state, as everything else tends to melt away as i daydream about staying in Europe. The decision wont come easy and is not a central focus as i have alot of work to do today, exams to pass before i can relinquish in this fantasy more. Until them satisfaction will come to me in the sheer possibility, a large bag of sweets from the local pastelleria, and a rendezvous with a local who may provide me with the answers i need.
xoxo
Worldy woman

Song of the day:
Stabilo
Everyday