Same old, same old...

Nothing is particularly new, but I thought I would take this last opportunity before the weekend separates me from the internet to make another post, just so you'll know that I'm alive and well...

Spain and I have not been on particularly good terms for the last day or so, so hopefully a weekend will make things a bit better...I have quite recently heard that all the museums in Sevilla will be open tonight, for FREE (yes please), so that definitely sounds like it's worth looking into...

I have many projects and composiciones coming up, so I am not particularly happy about that, but it is still college over here, so I guess I do need to do a bit of academic work (besides the trying to learn a different language while in a different culture thing)...So yes, this has been what my life is lately...

Random fun story in order to end the post on a high note:
So, in my Teatro del siglo XX class we're reading a play by Federico García Lorca that's called Bodas de sangre (Wedding of blood/Bloody Weddings/Blood Weddings--not quite sure which, could be any, could be all)...and one of the dominant themes is the fertility/being able to produce life theme...One of the characters particularly obsessed with this theme had a line that was something to the effect of "your grandfather had a kid on every corner; that's the good kind of man" (I know, strange strange strange mindset here, but we're talking rural Spain in the early 20th century) So yesterday we were talking, and we asked the professor how many kids he had, and he must not have been listening to us very well...it went something like this
-"¿Cuántos hijos tiene usted?"
-"oh, muchos"
*laughter from all the students*
-"pues, ¿qué preguntaste? ¿cuántos HIJOS tengo? pues dos, ¡sólo dos! ¡Pensé que preguntaste cuántos años tienen! No, yo no soy como los hombres en la obra...sí, un hijo en cada esquina"
(how many kids do you have?
-oh, lots
-wait, what did you ask? No, I've got two kids! Just two! I thought you asked how old they were...no, I'm not like the guys in the play; yeah, a kid on every corner!)

This would probably be significantly funnier if you knew the professor....but i thought i'd share it anyway....