you can take it with you PART DEUX

So here I am in Barzana, Quiros, Asturias, Spain. haha. WWOOFing.

It is very tranquil and I am living in an old house with owls as upstairs neighbors. Literally right off a tiny highway tucked inbetween mountains on each side. GREEN LUSH MOUNTAINS a sight for the eyes. perhaps even a feast

Today I cleaned the house and plan to cook dinner. I am going to the store in a minute to purchase tomatoes and lettuce for a salad. I have been briefed on the fact that I will be asked many questions as the few townsfolk that exist here are basically starved for human contact. Obviously, they do not know me so I am braced to be hammered by questions.
I don´t mind talking to people though... it isn´t like I really have anything to do.

Yesterday, I arrived and go to go see the construction project.. where hopefully I will be pulling weeds or something tomorrow. Listen to me, eager to pull weeds. Mostly, I would like to do a bit of work, help these folks out, learn a thing or two and have fun. So far so good.

I also met Tio Pipi, an old argentinian sparkplug, quite social lad. He is tipping 78 years old. I met him quickly as I arrived while he was taking a walk with his dog ¨pope. we returned to his house to deliver him some cigarretes--- priorities eh? when we arrived he was preparing us argentinian empanadas to have. but we just stood in the kitchen, had a tiny glass of wine. talked about the definition of ´cultry´ and said we would come back on wednesday to dine together and eat the empanadas. on my way out, he sang to me the maria tango. he is a funny man. he said, i have plenty of time to cook but i am not sure if i have plenty of time to live. is there a deeper meaning within that phrase?

in asturias where i am living, they also speak another dialect called ´bable´ i presume i will pick up a few of these words during my weeks here.

it was difficult to leave granada on my last day. i stayed up the night before cleaning and my landlady who decided she could just spend the night in my apartment (which was a COMPLETE shock to me) came in and started lecturing me and yelling at me in my face about how i shouldnt be up cleaning and stuff all night. We always joked that when you can argue in spanish, you done good! and, all though I was trying to calm her down. she was completely out of line. so i could defend myself. i went to bed stressed out in a tizzy. and when i woke up, i walked through granada one last time. alex and jess helped me catch the bus. which drove past me the first time. i stood there, completely covered in baggage armour it was hilarious as i presumed. sweating like the dickens. caught the bus from granada to madrid. m eyes welled up with tears. but i was so dehydrated i couldnt cry. as we went around the roundabout with the giant white pomagranite statue and the bus spat itself onto the highway, i thought ÁDIOSSSSSS GRANAAAAAAAAA.... had a bit of a montage of good moments pass through my head. and drank the milk/fruit juice combo box that alex bought for me to replenish my lost electrolytes.

it feels a bit wierd to not be going ´home´to granada and mom and dad i promis i will write about what i am taking with me from granada. dont worry. look forward to that in a few days.

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