Monday, July 27, 2009

Why I should have been born in Spain

Firstly, good morning, good afternoon and good night. (I don't know where in the world or when you will read this so I'm covering my bases).

Today is Monday, and as per usual I should have gone to bed early last night but I didn't. I was enthralled in the most captivating fantasy trilogy ever. You got it peeps, the Lord of the Rings. Part III baby. Viggo Mortensen (aka Imahotmo Therfker) is so delish in that scene where he goes into the mountains to get the ghost army to fight for him. "What say you?!!!" (I say yes, yes, oh yes!)

So obviously I'm not regretting it one bit, but now I'm totally zombified with no fresh brains anywhere in sight. I need a jagerbomb (jagermeister and redbull). Which brings me to my point. Spain. Beautiful country, beautiful people, and best of all a beautiful culture.

Not only is it normal to have beer or wine with your breakfast (I know, I almost cried too), but they have the most beautiful work system in the world. I'm talkin' bout the siesta. The time you get to leave work and go have some lunch, take a nap and maybe do some laundry. Or you could go to the movies, take a swim or even go to the gym! The possibilities are endless!

Time baby! They give you time. They give anywhere from 2-3 hours. And today is one of those days where I need time. Mind you I've just come back from the bank which is on the other side of the peninsula (not really but just go with it) and I've been gone for almost 2 hours. But if I had siesta, the bank would be closed, forcing me to go home and chill out. Even though it meant I would have to be back at work at 15:00 and then work until 19:00, it would still be sooo fucking fantastic. Imagine what you could do in those precious 3 hours!

Besides the siesta, coloured people (most of them, not all) look like people from the south of Spain. I went there last year and everybody thought I was Spanish. It was mildly amusing (and I'll admit, very flattering) that people would speak spanish to me in the streets.

Pretend this is in Spanish: "What's the time? When is the bus coming? Are you a supermodel?"

Ok, so the last one I made up but it SO could have happened...:-D


  1. They have siestas in Italy too ... I was dreaming about Turin this morning. It is the tiniest little town/city in Italy. It is fucking gorgeous. Can you imagine living in a town where there is no crime or taxis??? Man you will have no idea how much I'd love to live in a city like Turin.

  2. Are there nightclubs? If no, you will not last very long there.

  3. They do the whole siesta thingy in most of the mediteranean..its awesome!!!

    I so want to go to Spain. My mom just finsihed walking across spain for a month (yes, i said walking)

    I wish i was born in Greece...

  4. I fell in love with Barcelona in 2007. And all over again in 2008. No trip to Barcelona for me this year. Damn economic recession. Grrrr. I love that city. I still need to blog about it.

  5. Hi! Popped over from Sid's blog.

    LOTR is great, isn't it? In the summer I often have it playing in the background to kill the silence.

    I am not so hot on Aragorn (Eowyn is another matter...) but a kid did once look at me and tell his mom that I was Aragorn, which pleased me no end!

    Siesta - Oh yes, I could live with that too...

  6. So I'm Spanish and never new it? Whooooa.

    Viggo is here, sitting on my lap right now, playing with my hair...if you want to come over and say hi.