This last week has been a real maelstrom of activity. I’ve had a flurry of interviews with an assortment of different companies, but I don’t want to talk about them just yet. I should know more by Friday, and I’ll lay out what the heck I’m doing to survive to you guys then.
Last weekend was like living in Clark Kent’s Fortress of Solitude. All of my friends conspired to scatter across the country, and I’m saving my travel money so I stayed in the city. I ended up going out with my intercambio (language-exchange friend) on Friday, and it was good to get a bit of Spanish practice in. We went to a bar called Jack The Ripper, artfully decorated to look like crap. Seriously. Cecy told me that bars down here which are actually upscale will dress themselves down because dive bars are in right now. Of course, the drinks aren’t at dive bar prices, they still remain up in the stratosphere somewhere in lounge land. Drinking establishments have become a slave to fashion I suppose.
Saturday night was great. A real, live thunderstorm rolled through, and I got to sit on my balcony and listen for a couple of hours sipping wine. I also had a good book to keep me company, “Fuga y Misterio, Cuentos De Amor y Futbol.” Yes, I bought a book about love and futbol. I keep it classy on occasion. I would post pictures I took during the storm from my balcony, but flickr has decided that I use too much bandwidth and must henceforth pay for their services. Buggers. For now, I’ll just throw up El Fuego one more time owing to it’s sheer awesomeness.
Stay tuned for Friday! I have some earth-shattering developments in the works!
