callinectes

came over iberia at daybreak.
half of the mountains were lit up with a salmon errieness.
i took it as a good omen.
they gave way to rolling hills and scrub, then too a patch work of
of multi shades of brown. It looked like a bad 70´s homemade leather jacket,
except with out the fringe. Landed in madrid adn were hurded through glass walkways to the passport control pens. one big people aquarium.

So now i am at the hostal. Free computers, but the worst keyboard in the world.
the space bar keeps sticking (not to mention the s,k,r,g,and o) and i keep hitting the ç key. ¿ç?

So things i have learned about spain in my fisrt twenty fours hours.

1. They speak mexican, who knew?

2. they like themselves some slot machines.

3. one can get lost quickly. often several times for one destination.

4. Street signs! for the love of god and money, street signs.

5. The cops cars got to go. You dont not get much respect being pulled over by a cop in a glorified geo metro. It also doesnt help there named after crappy vodka.

6. On a similar not a bunch of guys on scooters does not gang make. They desvere to be pulled over by the sissywagons.

7. People dress young for their age. The lady with sal and pepper hair with a chelsea was a hard sell. Maybe if you 19 and from chelsea, but....
Similary, the 45 year old black metal dude ( though prob. wasn´t spanish). i dont care how many churches you burn down your music still sounds like a crappy iron maiden cover band. if want to rock some maiden, i´ll rock some maiden. aces high, jerks.

8. i still hate cigerettes.

9. i miss spellcheck.


huge line behind me.

tomorrow the prado then barca.
see you on the other side.

later days.