Cheers to the freaking weekend, Ill drink to that. Oh yeah.
This is the harbor master speaking. Ive been busy lately mastering the harbor (Olé!), but will dedicate a few minutes -writing this little post (and even teach you some Spanish words at the same time)- since you're awesome people (los quiero, los quiero, los quieeeeeeeeeeeero -olé) and because Ive promised my mommy (madre mia) to stay in touch.
Another thing I promised my mom is to put on the seatbelt -which honestly was the very last thing she told me (to do) before I left Norway (Noruega). And as the well-behaved daughter I am, I have fulfilled her wish. I only forgot to put it on once, and that was the time when EJ (friend -> amigo) drank -just a little thou- (una cerveza por favor) -and then drove back from the little dive bar (which is veeery close to the marina) and we passed a police car on duty on the way to the boat. But -No problemO- it all turned out well. (I know, no good!!! shame on us-label accepted -hijos de puta)...
Speaking of living and learning btw, --> harbor master knowledge: If one has an open boat and it is raining a lot, one needs to take the water (agua! sin gas) out of the boat. If not, the boat will die. (My neighbour John (Juan) had that experience recently. I really considered rescuing the boat, honestly, but I didnt have any agua-resistent shoes/jacket, so I postponed the matter a bit).
Anyways, Ive been experiencing busy times also in my non-professional (=sparetime) life. (si señor) Thanxgiving at grandma's home combined with roadtrip that is. Grandma was described to me as a little witch by her grandson (EJ) before meeting her. Must admit, that description wasn't totally wrong, haha, but she is a really cool witch living in a trailer park with the world's fattest dog. They say the dog was supposed to be a chihuahua when they got it for her. However, nowadays it's more like a pony (you would need a refrigerator-sized purse if you wanted it to be a purse dog -and some strong pills for the shoulder pain).
Anyways, Grandma doesn't hear very well -so the fact that her grandchildren were discussing what to buy her for Xmas while sitting right in front of her didnt matter, she didnt hear any of it. Oh well, she really is a great chef and a cool lady. Thanxgiving, -the food (apart from the marshmallows-potatoes -which was a combination I found a bit too interesting), the company, the ambiance- all super-Bueno!! Grandma even told me I was very welcome to come back any time, but preferably without her grandson *sss*
And then we went on a road trip, si!. Down the coast (Costa) which was beaauuuutifuul (bonita, bonita like "heeeeeey! Macarena, aaah"). Saw the Redwood-suuuperduper-issimo-tall-big-trees in Northern California. Later went up to see Crater Lake -bluest (dabadi) lake on Earth. From hot-"caliente, caliente!"-and-sunny Cali to Snow-covered mountain surroundings in Oregon. Didnt see the lake thou, but I certainly saw the thick fog in front of it, and EJ walking around in the snow in his flip-flops. Covered like 1000 and something miles in total, of which I probably slept 350 miles. (If I were a superhero my superpower would be the ability to take naps).
Other tours and visits of interest is certainly the visit and dinner at John's place. John is in this case not houseboat-neighbour John, but John -a very good friend of Jen's, which is also a friend (but of a different kind I think) of EJ's. Actually, I didnt know before going there thou, I had seen his house before: In Christmas-disney-movies. (feliz navidad) John's Xmas tree was the same size as Grandma's trailer-home, and Im pretty sure little birds decorated it, -flying around the tree and wrapping it in red silk ribbons. Also, the ceilings in the 8 bedrooms and 4 living rooms were all painted by hand, with vertical brush movements only, in order to avoid possible colour differences. Just saying, it was a nice house! (eventhou I would have felt very lonely living there) And the dinner: Very nice! And the company: Very nice! :) (I feel the house got a loooot more attention than the dinner and company here, but i have been to so so many nice gatherings and dinners lately, wouldnt be fair to exalt this one, but the house on the other hand is one of its kind -I mean, there was a human-size dracula-puppet in one bedroom closet, and a puppet of a butler in the former butlers bedroom.)
Enough about houses thou, I need to tell you about my participation in the civil war celebrations. What? You havent heard about the civil war veterans/memorial day? hehe, neither had I actually, untill I saw a huuuuge banner saying Civil War day. I thought Id show off a little and greeted EJ with "happy Civil War Day"... he kind of looked at me in a weird way (la gente (chica) esta muy loca?) and started talking about a game. Then I looked at HIM in a weird way... -game??.... Just letting you know, civil war day is not a memorial day, its a football game between two local teams.
And this is how the days run by..Ive been here almost a month, and will soon be on my way back home (mi casa es su casa). Anne does not like this. Not at all. Ill end this post with the immensely deep words of the famous EJ (who does not like onions and has a quite limited Spanish vocabulary,but whose words really make one think about the meaning of life.) "Sin cebolla. el es el diablo". (without onions. he is the devil).