Gente del Pueblo de Bloglandia, parte II

Still not dead. In fact, I have been :

1.wondering. How are the pavements in Granada compatible with the shoes that the women wear? Marble pavements. Shiney. Slippery. Deadly. Shoes: high heeled, hoochie mama shoes with heels like this. Do they have a special section in the ER for heels/versus pavements conflicts?

2. eating melon, watching Mujeres Desperadas, drinking beer at night on my lonesome, reading books about corruption and drug trafficking in Málaga. All at the same time.

3. Waking up at 2 am with what can only be described as a Glorious Nosebleed. After two hours of sticking my head under the cold tap/in the freezer it finally subsided - just when I was starting to wonder what the emergency number was and if the ambulance people would hit me across the face for calling them for a nose bleed, however deadly it was. That made me laugh, and then the bleeding started again. Since then I am keeping exta ice in the freezer for when the next one strikes.

4. contemplating flamenco lessons. Then deciding not too. No deodorant can withstand that kind of heat. None.

5. Contemplating going to mass on Sunday morning. To alleviate boredom. Nothing else is open, you see. I supect my SLF will try to talk me out of it. It´s so good to know I have support at home!

6. walking around, but only after 7pm. Went up and down the old Arabic quarter of the Albayzin, and only met one cat, lazily stretched across a forged iron balcony. We chatted a little; his Spanish was better than mine so I said my goodbyes and went on for more adventures. Mostly, I bought a melon.