Thanks, bro. It´s like I said before, you can´t turn around in this country without hitting a holiday. Christmas officially starts about half-way into December and doesn´t end til after Los Reyes Magos (the Three Kings) on January 5/6th. That´s basically the Spanish equivilant of Santa coming on Christmas eve and leaving presents to open on Christmas day.

¡Si Señor!

My man, I´m with you 110% (here and on the "blinded me with boob belt crack). And, please, never think of anything you use from this non-blog as stealing. You´re welcome to any and all. I already know it´ll go to good use.

P.S. I promise to get around to your (and other) blogs soon. I finally got a round to installing a bench-seat/storage compartment for our dining area, and I´m just popping in now and again to "tweet" some mumbo-jumbo and any email.

P.S.S. You ever gonna get on Twitter? I´d love to read every detail of your daily routine and whatever else you would surely come up with to say :-)

Good add, VL!

You still plan on coming here for Christmas?

Totally. I mean, I can build, but plumbing and electric; not so much.

Dude. If you only knew. He still lives in the village he grew up in (about a 25 minute drive outside of the city) and it took him 6 months to muster up the will to get back over here and continue the job. Apart from riding his bike along the parts of the Camino de Santiago de Compostela that happen to wind into France years ago, I really don´t know if he´s ever been out of the country. We got two and a half switches, some conduit and a couple openings for the outlets done, and some of the wiring is "in place", but other than that I´ll probably be waiting another few months before he comes back to hook it all up and install the rest of the outlets. Plus I´ve now got a new water heater sitting in the middle of the dining area in place of a table. I´m just lucky as hell to have a wife that doesn´t get stressed out by this mess. But, then, she´s Spanish and used to waiting in vain for anything to get done. American no like.

I´ll tell them again, mon frère. They swore they had all the glitches fixed last time. Not cool.

I remember Biloxi Blues. Long, long time ago. Matthew Broderick, right? But I don´t remember almost anything else about it. Málagueñas are what women from Málaga are called. There´s a name for everybody here. People from Cuenca are called Conquense, Madrid, Madrileños, etc. But as far as a Spanish Jewish holiday? Dunno. It does make me think of an excellent book about the plight of the Jews in Spain called The Last Jew by Noah Gordon. It´s a historical novel, if you´re into that kind of thing. Well written. I´d recommend it.
Don´t get me wrong though, my wife was born here and she couldn´t tell you every holiday they celebrate here. So, there may actually be one. I´ll ask her.

It´s all they got left, man. But I´m really enjoying their childish frustration after a whole two weeks of having our shoes on their feet. If they can´t stand heat they better get outta the Global Warming kitchen now that it´s finally being fumigated.

Yeah, I posted it on the other blog last year and it was just too cool not to repeat. Have fun!