All the museums are free on the first Sunday of the month. Well, the chocolate museum isn’t free, which is silly. I mean, why would someone pay to look at chocolate? I would rather buy a Hershey’s bar and look at it real hard, then eat it.
I went to the Museum of PreColombian Art, or something. I saw some bowls and stuff that the conquistadors probably ate cocoa puffs from while they conquered shit.
I went to the Picasso Museum. I learned a thing or two about Picasso. I guess he was really in to Asian sex art, but I forget the name of the style. Googling “Asian sex art” has failed me.
I went to Caixa Forum, a photography gallery. I’ve never been to a photography gallery. Now, I know what kind of photos can make it into a gallery. In one of the classier sections, they had a five minute movie playing on repeat. It showed a human with duct tape completely covering his/her head. Parking cones were duct taped to the person head, as well. In the film, the person was spinning in a chair and was being pelted with colorful ice cream or paint or food from Never Never Land; I wasn’t sure which.
And now, I’m going to talk about food. Finally, right?
I signed up for this “Cook and Taste” class. It was just a onetime deal. Fifteen students showed up to be instructed by a Spanish chef. We made gazpacho, tortilla de patata (potato omellete), paella, and crema de Catalunia (pudding). It was fancy. We used cheese I’ve never heard of and torches and whatnot. The most exciting part: we got to use saffron. Ounce for ounce saffron is like gold. Expensive. But it’s edible and less worthless.
After the class, I hooped. Usually I hoop on Fridays, the scheduled exercise day for the CIEE program. The guy who runs the open gym, Lukas, asked me if I wanted to practice with his team. So I did. His team is like the fifth league or something. It’s decent basketball. It’s probably comparable to the Hope JV, only older and more European. They called many fouls and limped around for ten to fifteen minutes if someone stepped on their shoelace.
It’s a good time. I’ll play with them every Tuesday and Thursday.
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El lo que yo pensaba sobre los boleros espanoles, pero you hooparia (palabra inventada) con ellos sin duda.
ReplyDelete"No estaba segura si era pintura o la comida de la Tierra de Nunca Nunca." Sin precio, cabroncito. Sin precio.
Ahorita en clase, estoy aprendiendo como traducir simultaneamente. Es bien chido, pero la mayoria del tiempo traducimos cocas como instrucciones de como ensemblar pinche muebles o interruptadores (switches), o de vez en cuando, mierda aun mas aburrida de eso. No estoy jugando. Mi espanol mejora bien rapido, pero los temas de la clase me dan mucha pena.