Catalá

Well, yesterday was the first day of class. Good. Great! I have absolutely no complaints. Except, it starts and 9 am. It has never been harder to get up in the morning--between the heat, the mosquitoes and the well, the Spanish night--waking up is difficult.

I have not felt more uninspired today to write. A thick lethargy has overcome me. I am uninspired to leave the house. I am bored watching dubbed American television programs. Friends, Psyche, and I have just found the Ghost Whisperer. Wow, today is made.

I have to say, that perhaps the only event that was even relatively interesting was this unpleasant clerk (owner) in the flamenco store Flora Albaicín. Yesterday, I am looking for some castanets at a good price--not diamonds, or titaniam or even gold. Wood, perhaps plastic. But good quality. After waiting for 15 minutes while he discussed the arrival of a certain dress, a specific fabric, the delivery to a certain client, a specific time-table, the certain distributor...all the while ignoring a specific client who was waiting very patiently in the door way. The shop was so full that there was perhaps only 5 sq. feet of open space. Two racks of dresses, one low one high, with ruffles that created a fabric wall a yard from the wall.

Waiting...

Patiently waiting...

"Hola. Bon dia. Com et ajudo?"

"Hola, estoy buscando unas castañuelas. No tan caras, pero tampoco de guiri-guiri turistas."

Como las quieres?

"Pues pequeñas, no tan grandes. Me gustaría ver lo que teneis."

And now began the derision. "Pues tenemos muchos."

Okay, pues una muestra.

The only pair of castanets that he showed me were €55. Little too expensive for my budget--worth it or now. With a look of pure disgust, he grabbed it back and turned his back. I walked out, and that was it.

Well, I have a concert tonight (Flamenco) hopefully get to meet Agujetas Chico. Before which, I´m going to help with the Castells and practice Catalán.