Penthouse, what?!! yeah. Now I have a floor for you all to crash on :)

Day 6

High: FOUND AN APARTMENT!
Low: Lonely, bahumbug
NMDM: I actually might have a place to live..ha!

Not being an Espanola, everything is “QuE FaTAL!” (How terrible!!) I try to keep up an effervescent euphoria that ranges from a simmering contentment to overflowing glee. So my new take at this whole Spain thing involves scrapping any thing that could appear as a bad omen and JUST looking at it all with naïve positivity…we’ll see how it goes.

So on my 1st Saturday

- I was not disturbingly woken up insanely early at 7 by the French couple getting it on in the room below, I was abruptly reminded to stop snoozing and get my day going, ASAP.
- I did not waste 1 hour walking to the Police dept and back only to find out that they do NOT give out residence cards on Saturday. No, no, I had a lovely early morning jaunt, really only solidifying my knowledge of the ghetto of Malaga if you will, knowledge I will store away and most likely never use.
- No I did not waste 10 euro at Corte Ingles buying things for activities with my kdis on Monday. I invested in Spanish culture, preparing to buy my kids’ love.
- I FOUND AN APARTMENT. There is NO down side.
- I have no friends and nothing to do because I have no money and sure as hell am not going to just sit all alone on the beach. No, rather, I had plenty of time to apply for grad school! How lucky am I, to be friendless and so productive!

One thing I adore about Europe is the allure of the streets at night. Many people fail to understand why (and how) a European can be out at all hours, even into the early hours of morning. I think that anyone could be convinced to toss the idea of sleep in the garbage and just peruse the city, if they walked the main drag, alit with street lights, bustling with people eating dinner, vendors selling useless knick knacks, taxis crowding for attention and people caught in various stages of life welking, running, strolling or minglihng on the streets. I just walked the city, soaking up the lively night life. Really, the city is a different creature at night, requiring a different way of moving, of talking, of even looking at a person.

Today’s journal will end here, because the day was long on ruminating, but short on acting. I would like to recommend “Everything Is Illuminated” for anyone looking for an attention grabbing (and holding) read, that will tickle you pink, but catch you wiping your eyes at other moments. It’s also better for the more adult audiences because of some subject matter.

With all my love,
I’m off to my little closet in my little hostel