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I went to a barbecue on Saturday, which isn't all that notable except for the part where it was overseen by an Argentinian friend. By God, my pathetic English barbecues will never be the same again. Mmm. 

Anyway, drama of the weekend was when the neighbours called the police (again, not all that notable -- for some infuriating reason, Barcelona residents don't knock and tell you to keep it down, but will call the police at the slightest sound). We left in the early hours of the morning to get the nightbus back into the city centre. 

I believe that was when my friend Louise started singing La Cucaracha. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "Why are you singing that?" I asked. 

"Because," she said, "There's a cockroach. And there's one over there. And one there. Oh, and over there..." 

Internets, I screamed my damned head off. Understand, I had up until this point never seen a live cockroach, ever. They're just so big and fast and oh my, I knew to expect them in Spain, but they freak me the hell out. My skin was crawling as I watched them skittering about the road. Louise told me to calm down, because my flat "would definitely, definitely have them." 

Sleeping hasn't  been a problem since. At all. o_O

Shopping

May. 27th, 2007 02:30 pm
rebness: (Mercedes)
Had a really nice, relaxing weekend after a terribly hectic week. The sun has been blistering and I´ve enjoyed just sitting out on the balcony, relaxing and reading. This was less a choice than something that was forced on me because I didn´t have enough cash even to just mooch on the Ramblas, but that was okay.

Due to various surprise!bills and miscalculations, plus only receiving half a month´s pay last month, I´m down to my last fifteen Euros until I get paid on Wednesday. I was all annoyed because I thought I´d be living on chips and my precious imported curry for a week, only to die of scurvy. The money´s going further than I thought, though.

I picked up a load of fresh asparagus for one Euro, green peppers and potatoes for fifty cents or thereabouts each, lemons for a few cents, chickpeas and lentils for 32 cents each and beef steak for a couple of Euros. Top that off with a bottle of red wine for 98 cents and I´m eating pretty damned well for not having any money. I made a nice Sunday roast today, but with a Spanish twist. It was damned tasty, even if I do say so myself. As for the rest of the week, I only really eat salad when I get in after work because I´m so dehydrated and tired after tackling the hill o´Do0m to get home, so I´m sorted in that department.

Shopping for meat is quite stressful, to be honest. I worked out that ´cerdo´ referred to pork, which I avoid, but the descriptions switch between Spanish (which I can follow) and Catalan (which likes trick descriptions), so I´ve focused on teaching myself the names in both languages for all cuts and types of meat. Couple that with stuff like rabbits tending to come with big, staring blue eyes still intact and poultry with head still attached and it´s still pretty much a learning process. I feel like an ignorant, sheltered softie sometimes and whilst I don´t come the asshat and grimace at these things in public, inside my guts are churning. It´s to my eternal lulz, though, that every time I go to get my produce weighed, nobody knows what parsnips are called in Catalan and they have to scramble to find the explanatory list. Ahahahaa.

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