Seville is a city of ancient wonders and forward thinkers. Perhaps, this juxtaposition of past and future is best seen in fashion. And by fashion, I mean hairstyles. And by hairstyles, I mean the astonishing and atrocious amount of mullets that exist here. Not only do they exist in abundance, they play out in somewhat awe-inspiring variations. Examples: the beginner's baby-mullet-mohawk, the elusive fohawk-mullet-double side rat tail (a masterpiece seen today), and finally, the ever-coveted mullet-dreadlock-with bangs combo (a popular choice for the mass transit citizen on the go).
Seville does nothing half-way, not even the revived 80's fashion.
The women even walk around in multi-colored leggings like they are regular pants; that is, without a skirt over them.
I should start a series on here called "Moments with María". Here is the pilot episode.
Elena y yo: María, tú eres...
María (sonreyendo con orgullo): ...la mejor. Sí, lo sé. Todas las chicas dicen esto.
Translation-
Ellen and I: María, you're...
María (smiling with pride): ...the best. Yes, I know. All the girls say so.
Here's one for the credits:
María: Ellen, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah (you guys don't appreciate the Spanish anyway)
Ellen: Yes, good...(María exits, Ellen looks at me with her "I do not know what I just agreed to, translate for me" face)
Me: You need to wear socks while you blowdry your hair so you don't get electrocuted.
Ellen: Are you serious?
Me: Yes.
Ellen: (laughs silently)
I went to the gypsy market again on Saturday, where I encountered dwarf bunnies. These weren't like the bunnies in the USA that are scared all the time. These were tiny bunnies that sat in your hand and cuddled against your fingers as though they could be your best friend if you would just carry them home for an as-yet-undetermined sum of money.
It made me realize that I miss pets a lot. So Mom, you best be growing Ernesto big and fluffy and cuddly for when I get home. And maybe you could tape cotton balls to Roberto to give him a bit more cushion for snuggling.
At the market, I also witnessed some excellent shirts:
"SUSHI love"
"SHOT BURRED TRASH"
and, I also saw a charasmatic pair of ballet flats that had an all-over print of the phrase "no FOOD samples"
Speaking of Gypsies, I need to give a 50-minute presentation on the Spanish Roma on Thursday and take a theater exam.
I got my grade on my Art History exam. 97%. Carmen said she was really proud of us and wished that Spaniards could express art the way we did. Eat that second language.
I forgot something.
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I am not going to tell Bert what you said about cotton balls, because it would break his heart. He believes he's beautiful as can be, and I won't tell him otherwise. Ernie weighs .3 pounds more than Bert and continues to be the gentle player, while Bert tears around with reckless abandon. Bert can't stay in the bedroom overnight anymore because he insists on finding skin and licking until you're raw. I just won't have it. So everyone, here's Samantha's mom carrying on like a mad catwoman. But Samantha started it.
So remember when we were neighbors, and you let me go through your closet now and again? Yeah, I miss you more than your clothes. I could completely picture that conversation between you and Ellen about Maria... hope everything continues to go as smoothly as possible! Oh, and I'm not rubbing it in or anything, but I saw Tyler last week, and I thought of you. Hearts and hugs from Jean!
Don't ever rip on the beauty that is the mullet. Keep in mind that you might be going out with someone who is rocking one for a week.
Congrats on your exam, I'm proud of you. You are becoming the boy (girl) who cried wolf...
Fantastic Sam´s?
When Carmen gave us our exams back, she said "you guys need to study more. I was surprised. They were lower than I expected"
Oh well. I´ll just pretend I heard her say the thing about Spaniards.
I used to have a mullet..
Wait is that an unusual number of mullets?
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