Sept. 12.
Hoy I have a computer virus and have spent most of the day trying to fix it. In the spirit of remaining positive thats all I'll say about that.
This morning I went to church with Maria. It was a beautiful church and mass is more entertaining in Spanish. After mass Maria wanted to take my picture at the alter. I didn't care much for posing on the priest's domain, but luckily her camera phone didn't work; I told her God didn't want me up there...
Afterwards we walked to a small cafe and drank horchata: a frozen milk-shake-like drink made from chufas: small potato-like things and sugar. The girl working there was muy guapa but like all Spaniards she was all business (todos negocios), maybe because her mother was working behind the counter as well.
Now several times I've noticed that Spaniards have a strange tendancy to inspect the contents of dumpsters and trashcans. On both instances, I've seen well-dressed men seriously consider treasures such as a length of rope, a plastic Christmas wreath and a large sheet of transparent plastic tarp. I have yet, however, to see anyone keep one of these disgarded treasures, but I'm hopefull!
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