by zora on March 31, 2009
My mom has this joke involving a guy who sees a sign for Grandma’s Whorehouse. He gets all excited, and follows the sign all over the place, then after a long time through streets and down hallways, he winds up in a back alley facing another sign that reads “You’ve just been fucked by Grandma!” [...]
by zora on March 30, 2009
Off-topic from Spain, but just read this wonderful recipe for panuchos (tasty Yucatecan snack) on Yucatan living. Where am I going to get a second daughter? More on Spain shortly. Have I mentioned? Internet access in Spain sucks. But everyone seems too busy eating seafood to care.
by zora on March 28, 2009
As Beverly said while we were waiting idly for the light to change, and for it to be time for dinner: “Isn’t it nice to feel like we’re actually early for everything for a change?” Also, Spain is the kind of place where two women can walk into a bar and say, “We’ll have what [...]
by zora on March 25, 2009
Estoy aqui. Jet lag in full effect. But all went smoothly, considering. After the passport hurdle, there was the connection-in-Madrid hurdle: very tight, aggravated by slack US Air rep who said he couldn’t check my bags through to Almeria. Not true, of course, because they’d even been able to pull this trick off in Albuquerque, [...]