Where am I? What time is it? Who am I?
Thursday, July 5, 2007
ES 10:02 AM / Pacific NW 1:02 AM
The problem with our apartment is that the winding passage of stairs up to the third floor not only is too narrow, but also clad with stairs of a similar likeness. This is not a problem for the average "consumer" (whether they're Spanish or not... of course it helps if you're euro- then you are most adept at fitting in tight places), but for he who wilds not only a bike but the shoes for riding it, the descent is altogether treacherous. If you were to apply a rating to the descent, I'd give it 9.8 out of 10- with 10 representing he who, in frustration, jumps from the balcony to elude the bedlam synonymous with the winding dark, save the bit of sunlight trickling in from the vary top, vertigo of our stairs.
Of course, the fourth of July came and went with little animation. Indeed, the spanish seemed to have finally exhausted their supply of fireworks from a week ago. I have no idea what they were celebrating, in fact I missed the real calamity while riding the Route of the south, but of course they had enough explosives left to draw celebration out another week or two... lighting off small bombs during my ongoing moment of siesta- which effectively stirr a fleeting feeling from within that perhaps the town was under attack by some unfriendly group of rebels. Regardless of the onslaught I jumped to the conclusion that is was of little relevance to the US independence day.