Semana Santa

I always get goose bumps when I hear the rolling, continuos drumming, the shrill notes of trumpets and feel the solemnity that sorrounds the easter prosessions. (Not so cool if you have to move around the city center in a car at 2100, nor if you have to get up early the next morning and have 250 drummers outside your window at 2300 giving their best..) I like easter in Zaragoza

I actually found the energy to take a picture

I made food today. You know, cooking and cutting and stirring. No microwaves got involved. Yeah! Cooking! I can feel my stomach giving thanks to the universe for finally recieving something homemade with lots of fiber and little salt.

Dinners (comidas) this week has been all about heating up shop bought tortilla de patata, pasta with mozzarella (like mac&cheese only with ravioli and mozzarella), food from En Embullicion that bust my budget (but sooo good) and a trip to McDonalds. No cooking in other words, because of an exam on friday and classes 14-15 that I'll have next week too.

In reality I'm almost on a Norwegian scedule as far as eating go, but since luch-hour is a mythical creature at my uni, getting ready to cook at 1600 after little to no food since 0730 is not a happy moment.

So today I made risotto Provenzale and have enough to freeze portions and eat later this week.

The black dog is hiding under the bed. Stay there, please doggy?

Jup

So, my particulary black dog has arrived, being more of a grey, but I have exam in a weeks time and cannot sit staring at the wall.

I know so well that the doggy will get bored and go somewhere else in a few weeks time, but until then..

Is it...can it be..?

I have a sneaky feeling Spring depression is on its way as;

1. Little to no appetite: evidence: I have chocolate ice cream in the freezer and I am not stuffing my face.
2. Getting up in the mornings is a process of several hours
3. I feel overwhelmed: I am doing too many creditos this year
4. I get lost in contemplation: Spent about 20 minutes in the changing cubicle at El huevo (THE chiquest it-place to be hanging out in Zaragoza) and I still have no recollection of what I was thinking of.

But I am still showering and whoohoo! The shampoo/conditioner I bought at my hairdresser works really well and I can now go up to three days without having to wash my hair. I manage to study: I have Bactericemia waiting for me when I finish here. I go to the practicas and to the mandatory classes, so all hope is not lost.

To morrow is tuesday and I have finally figured out what all the noices are from the flat below. I thought at first it was a group of theater sport aficionados: they would be really chatty and laughing and doing group talking (one of the things you do in improvisaton-games). But then I realized they are learing chinese or japanese. One day I want to lears chinese as well. Maybe I could do it for creditos libres next year, if there is a course at the uni?

It is beautiful every time

I had a loong day to day.

Exam at 0930 that I was in no way whatsoever prepared for, but I went anyway! Yeah! No drama! Go girl! (cheerleaders doing split jumps in background with pom-poms and confetti.)

And then I went and hung out on the obst-gyn floor and got to see another child come into the world. It is moving and beautiful ever time. I am seriously considering doing obs or gine.

Then my brain burned out and I went home and crashed into bed.

Short but to the point.

They are back!

The back-swimming-slim-girls are back! (try and say that fast 10 times..)

Why? Why?

Why do they want to swim around in a stuffed pool without seeing where they are going?

I had fish for comida. You might think this is somewhat trivial to blog about even for me, but the sad fact is I eat fish about twice a year, even though I keep telling myself to have it at least once a week. One of my excuses is that they have not really understood that a whole merluza (easily 2 kg) is a bit much for a single household, and I do not like to put fish in the freezer..

Excuses, excuses.

I get everything in the book

I am studying Ear-Nose-Throat, and I can just feel my sinuses and nose catching stuff from the pages. Either that, or my immune system is battling valiantly against another cold and/or La Grippe: the little gift from Sibir cold and El Cierzo.

After exam on tuesday I went to Ikea, and spent about 3/4 of an hour too long in there. You know, that saturation in your head that makes you want to get out of there NOW by the time you get to lights. Clive Owen could be standing there between vases and plants and making flirty eyes at me, handing me a Pretty Thing (Those herb-groing thingies for example) and I would not notice, my eyes fixed on the exit like it was the last piece of chocolate in the world.

As these things go, now that I can, I have zero lust for shopping. Also is the fact that I have to study, but that should tell you something about how little I want to go shopping: I'd rather study. I have no problem NOT ordering anything from Amazon...Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary. I am starting to resemble my cat more and more. Luckily the winter sales here are neverending, or at least until end of February, some even lasts until the beginning of March.