I Can't Say Life Is Dull
As we all know, yesterday was Valentine's Day, and I'm about to get a bit gushy for the next paragraph. I can't truly express how grateful I am that Meagan is here with me in Spain. I honestly don't know how I would survive this adventure without her. I think that the adjustment to life over here would be a lot harder. A really hard adjustment isn't something I have really experienced yet; of course, every adjustment has been hard, but not nearly as bad as I expected it to be, for whatever reason. In the end, I am so thankful that she is here for me to share this adventure with.
So as I said, yesterday was Valentine's Day, and I had prepared a nice date for us. We got to eat in a really good restaurant (for not too much money! Always a plus.), called Restaurante San Marco. What's interesting about this restaurant is that the building itself is an old Arabian bathhouse. Picture stone arches, fountains in random places all around the room, etc. It was amazing. We also got possibly the best table in the restaurant, right on the second floor balcony. And the food -- oh, the food -- let's just say I had the best eggplant I've ever had in my entire life (no offense, Mom -- yours is great too!). Afterwards, we walked around, taking refuge under awnings to try to stay out of the rain. Just walking through the city is enough for me. It was the best Valentine's Day ever, despite the rain and us both being pretty sick (just with colds, although Meagan has been sick for 10-ish days).
We both got home later, around 12:30-1:00. I knew that my roommate, Chris, had to get up early in the morning to catch a flight to Barcelona with his dad, who was coming to visit for a couple of days. So I was expecting this and everything, but it still was kind of a shame. What little sleep I have gotten the past few days has been broken by coughing, a sore throat, and Chris' occasional snoring. Last night, the sound of the rain plinking on the window unit to our room was added to this mess. (Andrew, you know what that sounds like and how horrible it is.)
However, despite all this, there is room for a funny story. Chris got up around what I guessed to be 5:00-5:15 to get ready. A taxi was going to pick him up from our place to take him to the airport. So he got his shower stuff ready and went into the bathroom, and all of a sudden, I hear, "Marisol, pienso que quieres mirar algo," which translates to, "Marisol, I think you'll want to see this." I heard this and was curious as to what he was talking about, but I didn't have enough energy to move. I was immediately afraid that the bathroom was flooded because it had rained all night and that window is left open. And I expected Marisol to get mad. And I get scared when she gets mad. But then I heard her laughing halfheartedly in that "I can't believe this is happening" kind of way.
So Chris came back in the room and I asked him what was going on, and this is his response: "Dude, the f***in' ceiling fell in."
Yeah. Here are a couple pictures:
Marisol (my señora) told us she was just thankful that we weren't in the bathroom when it happened. Which is funny, because when I came in last night, a little tipsy from the bottle of wine that Meagan and I had shared at dinner, I noticed that the crack in the ceiling, which had been there since I moved in, looked a little worse than usual. But of course, I didn't think anything of it. Guess I should've!
Life here certainly is never dull. And even though I know I complained the other day about having nothing to do, even when there is nothing to do, it's still exciting and exhilarating to be here. Sometimes I walk down the street and have these moments where I think to myself, "Wow...I'm in Spain!" Which sounds stupid, but maybe the full scope of my "adjustment" to life here still hasn't hit me. I guess I'll find out?
Nick
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