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Tuesday, February 10, 2004 Life's gotten mighty busy around these parts. The kind of busy that leaves me blinking with surprise if I stop and think about how stealthily it transformed my once-more-leisurely life into a blur of activity. Activity that's only going to increase in the coming days. Tomorrow my friend G. arrives from Boston. On Friday, we catch one of Spain's high-speed trains down to Sevilla where we'll rendezvous with three other friends (from the U.K./Ireland) for a weekend of hilarity. Monday G. and I rent a car, heading south to spend time in Cádiz and drive some of the Route of the White Villages. I'll be the only one of our group who speaks Spanish, and I suspect my slowly growing Castellano may get a workout, given the accents in Andalucia. (The last such workout: this past Sunday during a eight-person dinner, three of whom were Spaniards. (One of whom was Andalucian.) They provided the first truly spirited exchange with a discussion/argument about the current state of Spanish schools -- not good, according to them -- during which I understood essentially everything being fired back and forth. As multiple conversations in Spanish began flying around the table, however, it got progressively harder to sort things out, until my teeny brain began overloading and finally hit the wall, slipping into low-function mode and remaining there for the rest of the event.) Entries will likely be a bit spotty here for the next week and a half. In the meantime, one of this journal's entries has been included in the 50th issue of the Virtual Occoquan. Go read it. rws 3:19 PM [+] |