Hosteria del Molino La Mesopotamia, on the Calle de Silencio (Street of Silence), where Marquinhos and I went in Villa de Leyva, Colombia.
Just thought I’d start my blog with a nice memory. Had my first Spanish class today, which was a lot of fun. The teacher heard me speak, and she said, “Do you have any friends who are from Mexico or Colombia?” And I said, “Yes, Colombia, why?” And she said, “Because you pronounce certain letters exactly like Colombians do.” Ohhh, I was so proud! And the BEST part — there was an entire dialogue between two people called Amalia and Marcos that we had to read through. Which just happen to be the names of two people I was with in Colombia. (Which put a grin on my face from ear to ear, Meli!)
Other news: boring. My thesis extension request has been temporarily denied. I must pony up at the end of this month with what I have, and I am now beside myself, writing close to six hours a day to squeeze a paltry few pages out. Yet, never has writing been so much fun, as pools of blood, a pig’s head, psychic visions, and the TTC all make their way into my story. And no, I’m not writing a murder mystery.
Still other news: I am currently obsessed with hearing the song “Ganas” by Grupo Niche — over and over and over and over again. Everytime I hear it, I want to break into dance on the street, but then I remember the dude in the black coat whom I always see listening to his iPod and sidestepping and doe-si-doeing and skipping on Bloor St. at St. George, and I stop myself.
Time for beddy-byes. 1 am is my new curfew.