Hell on Earth
When i got home at 22:15 it was 33C in my room. That's 91.5F. It was 20C when we left Bilbao at 10:00. The bus had showed the outside temp. It kept rising until outside of Madrid and it was 37C (98.6F.) It's 23:05 and it's 95F. The high was 102F. Manana 104F. Just kill me now. No AC, just a fan.
So i got off the bus at 15:10 and ran home and then taught class at 16:00 and at 17:30. Then I stopped by J&J's cause i can't be in my room from 16:00 to 22:00 when it's like this cause that's when the sun hits the windows. I had one beer. Agua is the way when it's like this.
It was so much cooler up north. It was great. SO GREEN! We went to the Guggenheim Museum which was fantastic.
We watched Spain beat France (it was an ass kicking.) Spain scored and Vicky and i cheered. We were the only ones. It was bizarre. This is the Pais Vasco (the Basque Country.) They don't consider themselves Spanish. It is a very complicated story and frankly, quite odd.
We took a day trip to San Sebastian on the Atlantic Ocean! We took off our shoes and walked along the beach in the water. It was beautiful. San Sebastian is just gorgeous. I've now dipped at least my feet in the Atlantic from North America, Africa and Europe. It's a big freaking ocean.
The Welsh Witch and i had a great time. It was just amazing. And now i can say good-bye to Spain. And to her, i guess, as well, in a way. We have another project mapped out to work on after the Buying New Soul edit is done, but it'll be different. We see each other a lot. She's become my best friend here.
All that you can do is wish them well