Went to a nice delicious dinner at Mar's house -- she just returned from Spain where she traveled about and also went to language school in Madrid. She emailed me several times while abroad: " Hola, I am hot! It is hard to sleep, but day times except for muchas sweating I do ok. I have to slow down.
Last night I went to the movies to see "Bowling for Columbine" with spanish subtitles. It was good. They have great seats, very comfy, and ushers to put you in assigned seats. It was air conditioned also. I can tell you that people here do not like Bush and do not think that he can get re-elected. They meet people from US that do not like him and do not believe that people will elect him because no one likes him. I try to tell them that many people do not know better and like him.
I went to Segovia last Saturday. It is a nice little town, but very touristy. I was quite a trip negociating the bus and getting there, but worth it for the Catedral, and the Almozar. The Catedral is full of bloody Jesus´ which got tiresome, but the building and some of the things in there are amazing. The Almozar is an adobe (I think) castle with great thngs in it and ceilings that are hard to believe. It all sits on a rock over looking town. I walked blisters on my feet that day and was greatly tired from all this. However it was nice getting away from the noise of Madrid. I spent two hours in a park by a rio (creek really ) just listening to birds."
Her son was an art student of mine many moons ago. Nash is smart and off-beat, and made some good animated movies. He broke his leg and ankle rather horribly a short time ago, and has a metal plate. He got the yellow cast the day before I saw him. His foot was completely dislocated, and everyone told me I should "see the X--rays!" but I'm much too squeamish for that. Apparently Nash was swinging on a rope swing in Oregon. Me: "So what happened?" Nash tells me. Me: "You hit WHAT??? Nash: "My friend. I hit my friend." Me "Was he killed?" Nash: "No, he was thrown 15 feet and was totally unhurt." After the collision Nash stopped swinging and balanced on his good leg, saw the bone, foot backwards, etc., etc., and said, "Uh, could somebody call 911?"
Also at the BBQ was Becky, my supervisor in the heirarchy of education (my program is under the ægis of Sp. Ed.). Becky lives on a boat with Joe, and they spend what seems to me to be a lot of time prowling the Queen Charlottes and things like that. Becky is something of a free spirit. She's also a cellist.
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