I am determined to improve my Spanish. I try to take a few new words every day based on things I read or hear, and put them into sentences that I can remember, and say those sentences to myself over and over during the day. Today's is "I would like to nibble the mussels on your rubber roof." I may not ever use that exact sentence, but you never know.
Northern Spain is about to vote, again, to secede from the rest of the country. Most people in northern Spain already don't consider themselves part of the country; this would just make it official. But since northern Spain is much more prosperous than southern Spain . . .
. . . evidenced, for example, by this yacht with its own private helicopter that I noticed today, the government of Spain really isn't crazy about the idea and they've considered many extreme measures, some of which involve the Spanish military, to quell this insurrection. It might be an interesting week.
And speaking of militaries and insurrections, I received an urgent email from the US government today that identified areas in which I should be extra, extra careful because of extremist groups. These are the high-risk areas, copied from the email - "Sporting contests, political rallies, demonstrations, holiday events, celebratory gatherings, hotels, clubs, and restaurants, places of worship, schools, parks, shopping malls and markets, tourism infrastructure, public transportation systems and airports". If you need me in the next few days, I'll be locked in the bathroom.
But on a more festive note, in the Catalan spirit of attributing sentience to inanimate objects, I noticed this year that the beach itself is now asking people to please follow the rules. Not because we're willing to roll over and submit to the government, but because it actually makes the beach happy. How can you argue with that?
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