Oil spill in Andalucia...

But I ate it all.

Got a jug of oil - 2L, with a wide mouth, hard to pour out just a little bit. Often end up with a larger oil intake per meal than I intended. After I cut open my luscious but mal white bread and attempted to give it an adequate splash of oil, I looked again, and thought... that was not just a little much like most times, that's technically a spill, even though I was pouring it.

Add tomato slices... no pasa nada. Ate it all no problem.

I got shorn today - look like Ms. Moore, my grade 4 teacher. That was a long time ago. 1970something. My hair is exactly like her.

Rocio went to the hospital on Wednesday. She called me over and told me she couldn't get up, was all dizzy. Called the local health unit and they couldn't understand what street we were on, even though it's central and obvious. She ended up calling the ambulance. Our street fits one car only. Plus a few pedestrians squeezed against the walls on either side. The ambulance drivers sure took their time talking to her, standing there in her room asking questions, letting her talk. Before finally getting her sitting on the convertible chair stretcher and hauling her away.

I had an excellent class today with they boys. They've added a new member. He's more my age. This is the second new member of their group since I started! It's really enjoyable working with them, because they are young and cool, but also really intelligent. Not just good computer programmers, but Rafa asked me some very good questions about Canadian history, the aboriginal people. He even seemed to know that the word "Indian" wasn't polite. Shocking. He seemed very aware of the fact that there might be valid issues and problems with this group of people, which is more than I could say for even some Canadians, let alone Europeans. Some of them over here still admire the conquest of the New World, that their Spanish explorers did, and have even been told by a Latino that a Spaniard spoke to them as if they were a under ancient Spanish governance... under a viceroy of Spain, like they had back then.

The questions came out of a text on British Culture that I gave them to read and then discuss. It was very interesting what they had to say. The article discussed the "stiff upper lip", in trying to explain the character of the British. They knew the song by ACDC. I told them what that phrase meant to me and why I thought ACDC had something to say about it. They note differences between themselves and the British that they see here. They also said in as polite a way as possible, that the British behave very differently from this when they come to Spain, especially in the beach towns. And that in the center of the city you can see British behaving the same way. I've already been told by Sevillanos that they notice bad behaviour of the British, when under the influence of alcohol. These guys told me that in Spain, after the age of 35, people do not drink to excess and behave inappropriately in public, but they had seen more than enough British doing so, and their behaviour at football matches is well known. The guys surmised what we also do, or perhaps know personally: it probably happens because they have the stiff upper lip and keep all the emotions inside.
They also told me how funny they thought it was to see the double decker busses with all the foreigners on the top level with the sun beating down on them, making them red. Andalucians have a very strong sense of self-preservation relating to sun exposure. It is instilled in them since childhood to take care and how exactly to avoid sun as much as possible.

Must sign off and sleep before I have to go out tonight. I taught late last night, saw Sachiko, then got up early this morning.