Figaro Figaro Figaro

So, it has been a pretty uneventful week. Some of you though may have guessed from the title of this entry, yes, I finally went to see the barber of Seville, not the opera, but an actual barber. They do haircuts a little differently here, mainly because they don't use the electric razor on the sides and neck to trim up to the hairline...they definitely use a straight razor. So that was interesting. I went with a friend so I didn't feel so stupid being the only American in there, although two different people asked me if I was from England while I was in there. I guess I look British.

I have now passed the halfway point in my trip. In 62 days, I will be back on U.S. soil. Yikes!

I went to see Burn After Reading today (in English with Spanish subtitles). It was an interesting movie and I really liked it. Although a lot of the slang/cursing in that movie didn't translate well into the subtitles, especially when in the movie they said "five" and the subtitles definitely said "ocho". For some reason a flag went up in my mind that said...umm, I don't think that's right, just a thought.

So, I have been to several cafes while I've been here, but this week I was craving Starbucks, and so I went. Two odd things:

-They play American music at the Starbucks' here, and when I walked in on that 75-80 degree day, they were playing "Baby, it's cold outside". Riddle me that.

-My cup. Apparently I have a secret admirer that works at the Starbucks on Avenida Constitucion in Seville
















Hasta Luego