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My bedroom
A little IKEAd out, but I like the brightness. So due to some family complications, Mercedes had to kick me out onto the street. Take your glasses-wearing redheaded butt OUTTA HERE. But I’m still invited to the wedding, so all’s well that end’s well, don’t you know my little scissors legs?
So María José de Soto Sierra lives in an apartment right outside the Feria by herself. She has a grown son, Antonio, (who is actually the business associate of Mercedes’ son) and a grown daughter. Antonio comes by all the time with his two-year-old hija Eva to eat and stay over because he is having problemas with his mujer. He is a studly Spanish man with salt-and-pepper hair and his daughter is the cutest little foreign language-speaking infant I have ever encountered. Unfortunately her cuteness doesn’t take a break between the hours of 2am and 12 pm as I would like it, so I have to deal with it through my wall as I try to sleep. María José likes to ask me about words in English to teach Eva and the bilingual struggle is kind of precious.
The food situation is a bit tense. I think each time I turn down a piece of ham or
Kitchen
We sit at that little counter and eat our meals. I feel like she's constantly watching me eat so I keep my eyes on my plate at all times. a sloppy-liquidy egg, María José takes it as a personal insult against her cooking, the ultimate wrongdoing against a Spanish woman. What do you MEAN you don’t want your potatoes peppered with diced ham and pieces of baby seals? This morning I realized that the thing under the sheet on the kitchen counter is actually an entire pig leg. I had my concerns due to the very leg-like shape, but the hoof was what eventually tipped me off. I’m not sure what will become of that leg, but I’m trying my hardest to help María José understand that I can eat anything that isn’t a mammal or fish or bird, or well uhm this is cheesey, has a heartbeat? I knew the eating wouldn’t be simple though after the first conversation about me being a vegetarian ended with me having to list what kind of food I can eat:
MJ: “Well I used to have a vegetarian and she ate chicken and fish.”
“Oh. Uhm. Well, I’m not that kind of vegetarian?”
“What DO you eat then?”
“I like to eat vegetables. These are the vegetables I like. Furthermore, bread doesn’t have meat in it. And some may call fruit
a vegetarian delight.”
“Por Dios.”
As a result of none of the food I eat being meat or eggs, María José is under the impression that I need to eat twice as much per serving to be fulfilled. For lunch today, I was served a full salad of tomatoes, corn and lettuce, a stew type concoction of potatoes and peapods, four fried soy ball things and a plate of miniature peaches. My body hates me. And I think María José might be fattening me up to slice me open and enjoy the sweet tender meat of young human.
Aside from being the fattest person alive, I’m enjoying the luxuries of having a desk, my own closet and a floor level bed. Yesterday, I watched Harry Potter from my BED as my computer safely sat on my DESK. Whoa, I know. This is too much luxury for one twenty-year-old kid. The house is unbelievable and every corner has an antique trinket of sorts. I fear that if I look at something for too long, it may disintegrate into the powder on ancient valuables. Now Mom and Gubba, I’m sure you are salivating at the sounds of all of this,
so I snuck some pictures this morning because, to be honest, I have no idea how to describe this kinda crap.
The layout of the apartment is one straight hallway with rooms branching off. My bedroom is in a little inlet, next to my bathroom and the kitchen. My friend Alejandro described it as an “interesting mixing of smells” but I enjoy the close proximity to the two rooms that I need most. I haven’t snooped around as much as I would like to yet because María José is a lurker, but I’ll keep you guys posted on anything awesome I might find.
Other than my housing situation, I have been occupying myself by making intricately detailed travel plans for my journey after Sevilla, teaching my three Spanish niños English and going to class two days a week. I’m going to try to get some pictures of María, Javi and Marta, my three little willing learners.
Sorry for the delay in entries. I hope no one was too worried about my well-being.
Less than two months until my grand return. I’d say it’s time to start getting the cereal bowls ready.
PS New address:
Bridget Barry
Virgen de la Cinta 36, 2B
41011 Sevilla España
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Living in a Museum
Don't foget to use coasters! Love, Mom