Bags almost packed, apartment almost clean, school almost finished, and very very soon we will bid Sevilla goodbye, head north, then south, then north again before flying west west west.
This is the last you'll hear from the Tail for a while.
See you in late August.
Just a little addition, as I'm typing away, thanking Otterbutt for reminding me about Father's Day, I suddenly realize and yell over to The Don, (sitting across from me).
"Hey, Oh shit,we forgot our anniversary!"
The Don looks at his watch to check the date. "Yeh, that was the day before I got back from doing field work"
Me: "The 13th?"
The Don: "No, the 14th!"
Me: "Shit, and it was a big one."
The Don: "Yeh, the 10th."
I make him the LOSER L sign on my forehead. He makes it back to me.
What is 10 anyway? Diamonds, Emeralds (please say emeralds!!!), pearls? What???
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Ole Ole Ole Ole Betis
Last night Gatito and I took a taxi to the soccer stadium where we proceeded to stand in line, in the rain, with umbrella, for 40 minutes to buy tickets to Betis' last home game. An important game at that because Betis has lost most games this year and if they lost this one, they would almost surely get bumped down to Second Division. Emotions running high. Everyone dressed in official gear: Green and White.
Gatito was dressed in his official Betico clothes complete with new wristwatch. After some amoeba-like bizarre line confusion, we got tickets (hey, only 55 euros for the two of us. A real bargain because Gatito is under 10!).
Got to our seats. It was raining, but we were in the covered section. The field bright green, beautiful. The players came out, warmed up. Great legs. Some incredible warm-up footwork, but it was obvious from the get-go that Osasuna was the better team (even to untrained eyes like mine) but I got in big trouble for saying that.
A woman and man sat down next to us, obviously season pass holders because she said to her husband, as she flicked her fan, "Here we are to suffer for one last time."
And suffer we did. Osasuna won 5 to 0. That's right ZERO. The fans went nuts, screamed and yelled at the President of Betis, tried to attack him, threw fire "bombs" onto the field. Despite all that, it was quite calm....many children there. (most problems happened post-game and we were long-gone).
We walked the 2+ miles home, discussed the game, had a drink at a bar and lamented our terrible bad luck. This morning, though, Gatito got up and put his Betis shirt back on again. He's no deserter, I guess!
Gatito was dressed in his official Betico clothes complete with new wristwatch. After some amoeba-like bizarre line confusion, we got tickets (hey, only 55 euros for the two of us. A real bargain because Gatito is under 10!).
Got to our seats. It was raining, but we were in the covered section. The field bright green, beautiful. The players came out, warmed up. Great legs. Some incredible warm-up footwork, but it was obvious from the get-go that Osasuna was the better team (even to untrained eyes like mine) but I got in big trouble for saying that.
A woman and man sat down next to us, obviously season pass holders because she said to her husband, as she flicked her fan, "Here we are to suffer for one last time."
And suffer we did. Osasuna won 5 to 0. That's right ZERO. The fans went nuts, screamed and yelled at the President of Betis, tried to attack him, threw fire "bombs" onto the field. Despite all that, it was quite calm....many children there. (most problems happened post-game and we were long-gone).
We walked the 2+ miles home, discussed the game, had a drink at a bar and lamented our terrible bad luck. This morning, though, Gatito got up and put his Betis shirt back on again. He's no deserter, I guess!
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Mini Virgins and Soccer
Okay, so in reality, they're called "Las Cruces de Mayo" but here at home we refer to them as "mini virgins". I (wrongly) assumed that after Semana Santa, the processions were done, but now, every brotherhood is bringing out small versions of their virgins (again with lots of beer, drunk men, and brass bands). Adrian's school has a procession that he will walk in on Tuesday! Thankfully, there won't be any drunk men there.
Otherwise, temperatures rising quickly and our time in Sevilla is going fast. Tomorrow, The Don heads out to the mountains for 2 weeks of field work. Gatito and I will sweat it out here in Sevilla, finish reading Narnia (in Spanish) and learning his guitar pieces for his music camp in July. Besides, that, we've decided that we should devote the sunset hour every day to a bar along the river where we will sit, drink and contemplate life.
Also on the horizon: A BETIS game (local soccer club to which we have become a family of fans. Gatito received an outfit for his bday and wears it every day after school. We've also accumulated a BETIS watch. And the upcoming Saturday is the last game (By the way, Betis has had a rare, horrible year and if they lose this game, they fall to the dreaded 2nd division...hell. We will (hopefully if I can figure such a thing out) be there cheering.
Otherwise, temperatures rising quickly and our time in Sevilla is going fast. Tomorrow, The Don heads out to the mountains for 2 weeks of field work. Gatito and I will sweat it out here in Sevilla, finish reading Narnia (in Spanish) and learning his guitar pieces for his music camp in July. Besides, that, we've decided that we should devote the sunset hour every day to a bar along the river where we will sit, drink and contemplate life.
Also on the horizon: A BETIS game (local soccer club to which we have become a family of fans. Gatito received an outfit for his bday and wears it every day after school. We've also accumulated a BETIS watch. And the upcoming Saturday is the last game (By the way, Betis has had a rare, horrible year and if they lose this game, they fall to the dreaded 2nd division...hell. We will (hopefully if I can figure such a thing out) be there cheering.
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