Fucking Lunes...

I hear the horses' thunder
Down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
-Led Zeppelin

Some things never change. And sometimes, not always, Mondays blow chunks no matter where you live. Be it Monday, Lunes, or otherwise, this is a basic principle of the universe. The exception is when you have a full week off from work, and then Monday is the best day because you have your whole vacation in front of you.

Just normal Lunes shit- trouble with the Metro, the Islamic women wrapped up like a fucking Christmas present trying to overcharge me for Internet usage at this locutorio, and the old fucking coot at the bar saying he didn´t understand me when i asked for a bottle of water in crystaline clear Spainish that rang through the bar like a bell. Fuckers!

And then there´s health insurance, the bane of my existence. Because i need 7 different 8 digit numbers to sign in (which were in NJ) i finally just got in- and they MAIL you your password to fill prescriptions! Sweet Yoda´s ears! Why not just send it by owl like Harry Potter!

And i wait for news from the Sith. This should be the week where this all ends or it drags on interminably forever. Things have be deathly quiet.

Otherwise things are kick ass. It was great weekend - i´ll tell you more about Thnksgiving, part 2 - later. I also saw Altletico Madrid beat Valloladid (Va ya la deed) 4-3 in a crazy game where Atletico kept coming back and then won in the 91st minute on an own goal!

I will try and rest the next few days as I teach in Avila next weekend and the Martian (my Buddy Martin) comes in from Coppenhagen for the weekend.

The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall,
The ringwraiths ride in black,
Ride on.
-Led Zeppelin