Tengo un salemon en casa ( i have a salamander in my house!)

So says ricardo, the four year old this morning tugging on my jacket. This statement, is pretty much status quo here. I forgot, how full of wonder little kids are. How jumping off a chair can be as exciting as a roller coaster. I like playing with them, but repeating the colors, numbers, etc is really a terribly boring job. maia, my flatmate works at the high school and seeing her homework, i must say im a bit envious because, well, sheś actually contributing to something whereas I...not so much.

In other news, I have found out that the word for NERDY is also the word for LAYING AN EGG, as both are seen as necessitating hard work. When asked what type of guys I like(which i should say was the second or third question asked of me at the botillion(night of public drunkeness)) and let me tell u, laughs abounded. So, know i am known as the egg layer. Awesome.

But, yes, the botillion...its really incredible how socially acceptable drinking is. And the hours! Every saturday in winter, no matter the weather and in summer, every weekend night the youngńs take to the parks, the streets and drink up! This begins at midnight, say until 2. Then at two the first discoteche, then at 4 the other...

Things have calmed down a bit here, which is good. My spanish has also improved, which is good. Me realizing that as much as i wanted a year of irresponsability, a year of public drunkeness of the like, that id still prefer a hardy conversation over that....not good.

Around 4:30 on tuesday morning i realized this(tuesday was a day off so FIESTA monday night). I stepped outside the club in Cabra, the next town over where my fellow american robert is, and the club I should say is themed like the old gameshow, temple of doom, templeraiders? (it was on nickolodean when we were kids) and it was so odd, looking around. I felt like I was living a dream...amidst shadows of a foreign languaga, the thumping of a dance beat, flashing lights...and i told myself to wake up(yes, id had a few cervesas) but i didnt, i couldnt wake up. And twas then i realized that i didnt know myself as well as i thought.

And i laughed. Because, it felt like i was simply--collecting another universal understanding, like a girl scout collects a badge. Except my badge was that i was, truly, at heart, an egg layer. No more, no less. And all of spain wasn going to change that.

more later...i hope!