Sunday, March 11, 2007

Having it my way in Seville

Sevilla : June, 2003

  • Time between arrival in Spain and first decision to skip class: 1 week, 2 days, 3 hours.
  • Time between this decision and arrival at local Burger King outlet: 6 minutes.
  • Time to inhale "el whopper" con patatas frites "gigantes" & Fanta-limon: some items are best left undocumented.
  • Estimated number of Americans in restaurant indulging in similar guilty pleasure: > 5
  • Time taken concealing evidence of aforementioned inhalation procedure (e.g. concealment of "Whopper-breath" through purchase of tiny mints): 12 minutes.
  • Time taken fabricating elaborate tissue of lies* to excuse absence from class which explained exciting use of subjunctive to express desires, wishes, dreams etc: 35 minutes.
  • Amount of remorse experienced: 0 IUR´s.

* aforementioned tissue of lies constructed to the best of Spanish ability, involving copious use of subjunctive to express desires, wishes, dreams etc.
IUR: international unit of remorse.

Nobody said the truth would be pretty. As one of my compatriots put it, "I can resist everything except temptation".

Why bring this up now?
Because, next Saturday, Saint Patrick's Day, I finally get to go back to Spain. This time for six months, rather than six weeks. Since living an unexamined life is apparently no longer a viable option, I have opened this blog to document my Spanish adventure.

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