guernica

Seriously feeling the heat from the pressure of performance on the blog front. I guess I wasn't aware of how many people actually read this nonsense. Where shall I begin? Well, last Friday the CIDE program took a trip out to Guernica where we visited the Peace Museum as well as the Tree of Guernica and the Basque Museum. Interesting trip, took a few photos. Very few.

remnants of the great oak.

pablo picasso.

the water here was a pretty amazing teal color.

cute little pueblo.

It's not that this trip didn't justify it's own blog post, I'm just incredibly lazy.

This weekend however, was indescribable and could not go without mentioning.

Friday I decided was going to be a day of productive enterprise, therefore I awoke promtly at 8am and got to work picking up the disheveled hovel that had become my room. An hour later, seated quite peacefully within my freshly primmed abode, I decided to start reading a novel for my culture project due a few weeks from now. A couple hours of that and I was feeling pretty inimical and decided a run would be just the cure. Laced up my kicks and set out ocean-side. [and I was opposed to running along the beach in Pier Marquette due to unwanted stares, ha!] I have never felt so objectified in my entire life. Perhaps it's not rude in Spanish culture to stare at a person incessantly while walking past on a sidewalk, halting conversation entirely until 5 METERS past, however I am not accustomed to this gesture and continue to be completely put off by it. Nonetheless, I kept jogging at a snail's pace and returned home to a hot shower and nice dinner of [not] squid. Around four, I set out to find a quiet park bench on which I posted up for a couple hours polishing off a few more chapters on the epic story of love, family and war. Feeling quite productive, I returned home to watch a couple episodes of American television and enjoyed dinner with Paula and Carmen. Later, I grabbed a beer with a friend and as luck would have it, we ended up running into half of the CIDE kids in Algorta [my hometown]. As a result of this chance encounter, I made plans with Patrick and Ali to head out to San Juan the following day to explore an ancient church atop a small island just off the coast.

Which brings me to Saturday adventures, however I have been sitting here at my computer for over an hour now trying to upload these 20 photos and something keeps malfunctioning leaving me no viable option other than throw my computer out my window and see how long it takes the street sweepers to gobble up the remains. Have no fear, photos will be available as soon as my patience returns.