sweat causes head acne part II
sevilla is:
more hot than rome.
more sweaty than rome.
more not-letting-you-sleep than rome.
colleen seems to be surviving well, with minor exception, but i'm on my fourth day of minimal messy sweaty oozy mattress=radiator sleep. so, i'm really not sorry if i'm not entirely coherent in this post...
somehow i convinced colleen that it would be a better idea if we balked on her return to pompeii, in the blistering heat of southern italy, and instead flew into the trenches of the blazing inferno that is andalusia in july so that i could check on my own european roots. a callous, selfish powerplay, but necessary, and i'm paying for it.
leaving como, we trained it down to milan's airport and realized our room accomodations were the anti-spectacular second floor lounge of the god-forgotten terminal two at milan-malpensa. in all honesty, we past the night pretty easily and very safely, and caught our also-god-awful 645am easy jet flight to malaga without too much problem. fortunately, we learned that our bilbao-milan + milan-philly maneuver will be staged entirely in the luxurious and fashionable milanese terminal numero uno waiting lounges. can't wait.
malaga, it's nice.
but torremolinos is where we stayed, i.e. colleen booked the room. torremolinos is a bizarre northern european resort town. lots of naked germans. great place for family bonding, like naked moms tackling their teenage boys playing monkey in the middle (shudder) with lots of jumping (double shudder) and lots of... oh god it just wasn't right.
the beach, though was very relaxing, and we snoozed off and on to make up for the airport night. the waves were reminscent of delaware's, but warm, and we can now say that we frolic-ed in the costa del sol, which i think sounds glamarousish.
we were able to take the 25minute train ride up to malaga a couple times, though. malaga's much larger than i had imagined and has quite a splendid euro-outdoor mall. the cathedral in the city's center is also a sight to see: incomplete and a lost-in-translation pastiche of triumphal arch facade + watered down alberti meets michelangelo meets a little spaghetti western mission style prop. krissy will have plenty to entertain herself with. and remember that sevilla is only a 2.5 hour train ride away.
a glance over my shoulder tells me that 1. colleen wants to leave soon, and 2. colleen is writing stuff about sevilla, so i'll just cover day one here.
miraculously, i had gotten in touch with my sevillano buddy raul, a 27yo architect i hung out with a ton during my two previous visits... four years ago... and he arranged for a super cheap apartment owned by a mutual professor friend of ours in the kickbutt barrio triana. raul picked us up from the train station and we headed out to the campo, the so-called country-side, where a friend of his had a family weekend house with a pool and a barbeque planned that night. sure enough, colleen's first night in 'sevilla' was indeed not actually 'in' sevilla, and was also completely surrounded, sunk, and abandoned in spanish. somehow, by the formula of beer and dirty cosmo articles, she seemed to pass the time effortlessly and all the guys were jealous that i was dating such an elegant and sophisticated woman.
we swam, drank cruz campo, ate, played a video game or two, swam, cruzcampo-ed, swam, cruz-ed, ate, and then passed out... it was great fun and all eight of us there were incredibly drained the next day. breakfast, which was actually lunch, and actually arond 3pm, and actually at a mexican restaurant (go figure), was fairly painful for all in attendance, as we knew we should eat, but really we just wanted to lay on the cool air-conditioned tile floors of iguana rana and call it a day right there.
now, we're settled in our sweet, boiling apartment in triana, one block-ish from calle betis and the river. we've marched around the city core, and now we have to shove off from this internet cafe to meet raul for dinner at my most favorite place in all the world, las rejoyas, one block from my old home in sevilla.
we're booked at a cool looking place in barcelona, and just got confirmation at a totally awesome joint in bilbao, a few blocks from gehry's guggenheim.
we've been wondering how 150's been going back at UMD, how lisa's doing at GTM, and if the flooding has mutated into the dreadful mid-atlantic hazyhothumid.
one week left!
more hot than rome.
more sweaty than rome.
more not-letting-you-sleep than rome.
colleen seems to be surviving well, with minor exception, but i'm on my fourth day of minimal messy sweaty oozy mattress=radiator sleep. so, i'm really not sorry if i'm not entirely coherent in this post...
somehow i convinced colleen that it would be a better idea if we balked on her return to pompeii, in the blistering heat of southern italy, and instead flew into the trenches of the blazing inferno that is andalusia in july so that i could check on my own european roots. a callous, selfish powerplay, but necessary, and i'm paying for it.
leaving como, we trained it down to milan's airport and realized our room accomodations were the anti-spectacular second floor lounge of the god-forgotten terminal two at milan-malpensa. in all honesty, we past the night pretty easily and very safely, and caught our also-god-awful 645am easy jet flight to malaga without too much problem. fortunately, we learned that our bilbao-milan + milan-philly maneuver will be staged entirely in the luxurious and fashionable milanese terminal numero uno waiting lounges. can't wait.
malaga, it's nice.
but torremolinos is where we stayed, i.e. colleen booked the room. torremolinos is a bizarre northern european resort town. lots of naked germans. great place for family bonding, like naked moms tackling their teenage boys playing monkey in the middle (shudder) with lots of jumping (double shudder) and lots of... oh god it just wasn't right.
the beach, though was very relaxing, and we snoozed off and on to make up for the airport night. the waves were reminscent of delaware's, but warm, and we can now say that we frolic-ed in the costa del sol, which i think sounds glamarousish.
we were able to take the 25minute train ride up to malaga a couple times, though. malaga's much larger than i had imagined and has quite a splendid euro-outdoor mall. the cathedral in the city's center is also a sight to see: incomplete and a lost-in-translation pastiche of triumphal arch facade + watered down alberti meets michelangelo meets a little spaghetti western mission style prop. krissy will have plenty to entertain herself with. and remember that sevilla is only a 2.5 hour train ride away.
a glance over my shoulder tells me that 1. colleen wants to leave soon, and 2. colleen is writing stuff about sevilla, so i'll just cover day one here.
miraculously, i had gotten in touch with my sevillano buddy raul, a 27yo architect i hung out with a ton during my two previous visits... four years ago... and he arranged for a super cheap apartment owned by a mutual professor friend of ours in the kickbutt barrio triana. raul picked us up from the train station and we headed out to the campo, the so-called country-side, where a friend of his had a family weekend house with a pool and a barbeque planned that night. sure enough, colleen's first night in 'sevilla' was indeed not actually 'in' sevilla, and was also completely surrounded, sunk, and abandoned in spanish. somehow, by the formula of beer and dirty cosmo articles, she seemed to pass the time effortlessly and all the guys were jealous that i was dating such an elegant and sophisticated woman.
we swam, drank cruz campo, ate, played a video game or two, swam, cruzcampo-ed, swam, cruz-ed, ate, and then passed out... it was great fun and all eight of us there were incredibly drained the next day. breakfast, which was actually lunch, and actually arond 3pm, and actually at a mexican restaurant (go figure), was fairly painful for all in attendance, as we knew we should eat, but really we just wanted to lay on the cool air-conditioned tile floors of iguana rana and call it a day right there.
now, we're settled in our sweet, boiling apartment in triana, one block-ish from calle betis and the river. we've marched around the city core, and now we have to shove off from this internet cafe to meet raul for dinner at my most favorite place in all the world, las rejoyas, one block from my old home in sevilla.
we're booked at a cool looking place in barcelona, and just got confirmation at a totally awesome joint in bilbao, a few blocks from gehry's guggenheim.
we've been wondering how 150's been going back at UMD, how lisa's doing at GTM, and if the flooding has mutated into the dreadful mid-atlantic hazyhothumid.
one week left!
posted by JTH at 12:45
2 Comments:
They only thought that I was sophisticated because they couldn´t understand what I was saying... and because they weren´t in the room when I was learning "Cosmo Italian"
a most excellent follow-on to the I-tralian education experience. Fill us in on Malaga when you get home. The H-H-H weather is here and it is a pain; you have our sympathy. Going to RI for a beach party w/old CG friends Saturday. Am in NJ tonite, teaching tomorrow, expect a very late return home tomorrow nite. Happy to see one of you keeping score in the athletic/sports &/or gaiming matches. Enjoy!
- FPR
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