Midnight snack (which is kind of dinner) alcapparones (big capers, small ones being simply alcapparas), fried squid and lentejas (lentils). Sachiko and me had a great catching up talk; you know, all the usual stuff: flamenco, goals and life purpose. Then I met Dominic. We sorted out car stuff and walked around the city a bit, and I showed him cool night spots but neither of us wanted to imbibe, really. The city was dead because of a futbol game between the two Sevillan teams in the league. I crossed the bridge, passed the pescaderia/freidura (fishery/fry-er-y) place and noticed the customers and owners all glued to the TV, and at the same time noticed the jars of preserved stuff. I stopped in to get something, as I had not one thing I could put with my lentils and rice other than water, which did not sound appealing. I stared at the shelf for a second, and the guy asked if I wanted a drink. I said I'm cooking dinner and have nothing in the house to add to my lentils and rice. Give me some capers. The only other choices were gherkins, olives, and mayonnaise. Ugh, both customers exclaimed. Lentils, rice and capers! At least you could make a salad with the capers and put the lentils and rice together or something... They asked where I was from and said we certainly cook strange food in Canada. The game was ending and fortunately for everybody, it was a tie, so the city won't be divided between happy and bummed out people tomorrow.

It's kind of like this: it probably takes the same amount of time to get to know Spanish people as it does reserved Canadians; I mean, to become really close, true, good lasting kind of friends. But they kind of make it more happy, fun, warm and pleasant in the meantime by talking and joking with everyone all around them all the time.

Happily full of lentils, capers and squid, I am dragging myself to bed now, as I have not had enough sleep since I left the countryside, farm life. I will move to Sachiko's house tomorrow, till the 1st or until I find somewhere else.