Stamps

I'm going to write something a little happier while I'm not manically homesick—which means that I need to hurry before it comes back!

Friday, at the Comisaría de Policía, while they were calling my repatriation place, I had brief moments when I was alone in the office. I had become intrigued with the magical stamp—because she had stamped my paper...did that mean she'd accepted it, despite my misforms and my lack of fotocopias and my general sketchiness? All of this for a stamp! So, when no one was looking I stamped some of my random scrap papers for fun. Take that system.

Then today, after a gloom and some agoraphobic gloom, I eventually left. I decided to walk around like I do. I can't express the hills with my shitty pictures and junk but I seriously climbed up some streets today. These folks trust their brakes (frenos....is actually a word I just have in my Spanish vocab). I managed to get high enough to find the place where there are trees and no houses. Some of the roads, twisty and narrow, are actually driveways. I never know if I'm trespassing. So I walked out da woods and asked a girl I bumped into what this was—was it a park? “es un monte”. Well, yes, dear, I did realize that I had climbed quite a ways (so high my ears popped a little). But yes, it's land that I'm allowed to walk in. On the way home I found an unopened pack of peanuts...but they felt squishy so I left 'em. And what I thought was an old pipe..but wait!

It's a stamp. Once I clean the bitch up and have ink...I can put the letter “E” on all kinds of stuff.

Later, I was having hot cocoa at a cafetería and some man started talking to me. I'm not sure if he was speaking Gallego...I don't think he was. He tried to talk to me in French a lot. I spoke to him in Spanish. He spoke to me in what I believe was a combination of French and Portugués and Spanish, which just sounded like Gallego but wasn't. He was very nice, I tried to neither reject nor encourage him. I rejected his offers of coffee and pastry but continued to talk to him. He's a caretaker who's lived in Canada. And something about the rain.

And the cable here is not good. Because of the wind, the reception is shittier than the sound quality on my videos. But I realized I can watch my favorite Spanish show online. It's called 21 días. It's like 30 days, but with a pretty girl who speaks Spanish. It's pretty much the only show I've really watched. I watched a bunch of American shows, EXCELLENTLY dubbed in Spanish. And then just flat our our shit online. Thanks to a forum, I've found a website that doesn't block be for being in a foreign region. I even tried explaining to Todou that I'm closer to China. Cockblocked.

Stamps, creeps and TV. That's about it.