I made some notes to myself on my first full day in Spain – you can think of this as a cross-cultural blog today.
It’s a coolish day here in the south of Spain – should only get up to 38 C. My first night was typically uneventful – if you consider loud dogs and freaked out roosters normal occurrences. Here is the account of my night.
9 pm – kickoff for the Euro 2012 championship game. Spain vs Italy
12 am – Brother-in-Spain sabers a bottle of Cava rosado to celebrate Spain’s win. Note to self – saber a bottle of cava soon – it probably won’t explode in my hand but look up “Emergency room” in my Spanish English dictionary anyway
1 am – in bed, fan set to level 2, it has cooled to a lovely 31 C.
3:30 am – alarmingly, the German Shepherd right next door barks incessantly for 10 minutes. Note to self – look up the Spanish phrase, “Shut up stupid dog”.
5:30 am – 3 roosters attempt to out-crow each other, or they recorded last night’s soccer game and are now watching it together. Note to self – look up a good recipe for Coq au Vin.
7am – Woke up so that I can have espresso when the sun comes up over the mountain. Google translator tells me that shut up stupid dog is “Cállate estúpido perro”. Note to self – memorize this phrase. I can look up a Coq au vin recipe tomorrow.