Sevilla tiene una very disgruntled Canadian girl bumping around in its northern half.
Someone tell me to get my head examined next time I decide to go live in a "temperate" part of the world in the winter! As if I hadn't learned already...
3:30 am. Knew I should have brought my Chinese dictionary. Trying to read the pamphlet that comes with my GanMao QingRe Keli. I highly regret that I didn't stock up more on this before I left.
The other thing I wish I had right now besides internet and a hot shower, is a Chinese doctor. That is why I am reading the pamphlet – for comfort and for something to occupy my mind, because I am a bit scared. To be stuck in a foreign place and sick without knowing what resources are available or where to find them is one of the worst things.
I really rather would be in China, at this very moment. I think there are probably better naturopaths in Europe than there are in North America but I'd bet on a Chinese doctor any day over a naturopath. And I shouldn't have been bending to some pushy motherly person simply because I'm living with her, and we don't share a language we can fully communicate in. Stupid crap with “dol” on the end of it and codeine, more than likely weakened my body so I ended up this sick.
Anyways, here I am. Sick in a place that is not up to par with my very rich part of the world, in normal everyday things like the ability to take a plain old hot shower!!!!
Como se puede ser? Even the worst apartment in Vancouver has a big hot water tank that doesn't fail when the wind blows.
Okay, at least I am laughing now. Right now I feel like criticising Spain terribly. What the @#$% did I come here in the freaking winter for? Seriously, I don't ever want to live in a place that isn't either within 5 degrees of the equator, or outside of it by at least 40, in the winter, again.
These places halfway in between that are masochistic enough to make do in miserable weather, so everyone has to go around with chillblains and going, “que frio...!” every day. Places where it is normal to leave the door of the house open in January, while you sit there with your hat and coat and scarves on, and you might as well, because inside is just trapping the cold, while at least outdoors a bit of warmth might be circulating from some corner of the garden where the sun shone on a stone for a while or something.
What kind of priorities. I couldn't care less that every woman in Sevilla has beautiful hair and makeup and that there are these unbelievable dresses for sale, why can't they put some importance on taking a decent shower.
After 2 days of not showering, because I didn't want to get even sicker, I finally took the pressure cooker and heated up some water on top of the stove, while the ladies were out. I turned up the heat on the water but not enough to do any good, so I had a miserable lukewarm shower and then poured some hot water over myself at the end.
Grrrrrrr... Keiko tells me this is normal. That is why when I arrived the other day, Dani didn't want me to meet Keiko at their place, cause he was doing the same thing I've been - avoiding dealing with the issue of showering. The lack of central heating sucks too but doesn't bother me that much. I can survive that by getting under some blankets or getting more clothes on, staying in my room where I can turn on a heater, but ... hombre! I'd rather be in China right now! At least my hot water heater there worked!
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