Eat tea and coffee both, and oats with bananas. Consider having bread and peanut butter too, but go to Osteopath. Wander through the neighborhood and buy some fish at the Feria Street Mercado. Dorado. The pescadero cleans it for me, as it is whole, of course.
I get fish guts on my shirt trying to clean the rest of the guts that he left, while it is in the frying pan. I do not really do it a la plancha like he suggests. I fry onions and stuff and semi-poach it. There are scales left too, there always are. fish guts - revoltando...? I ask my roommates.
I hang my clothes on the rooftop. I eat tons of honey from the sierras. I take the riverside to get way out into the subburbs to get my hair cut by Marie Carmen's sister and they plancha my hair just like I was supposed to plancha the fish. I don't think the haircut was a success... will have to see. I come across the sevici bikes way out there along paseo de somebodyorother and decide to take one home because it's getting dark. I stop in a Latin supermarket before that and step into a casual circle of three guys hanging out in there. I look to see if they have any pre-made tortillas like they have on commercial drive or any hot salsa. All they have is tons of corn flour and other strange corn products and meat and whatnot. I feel like an outsider here together with them, but they probably don't feel that way about me.
Anyways I get back and try to make potatoes for dinner cause my dad sent an e-mail reminding me to drink green beer or green wine. I guess the only green thing I eat is olives and olive oil. Eat dinner with Marta and tell her about my pancake disaster and about Irish people drinking green beer.
Then I hermit in my room as they go out to plan a trip with their friends.
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