Rainy Day People

Remember my story about the Spanish cleaning lady? The day after that, I went for a morning run on the Guadalquivir River in Seville, where there is a dedicated running path. If you ever walk or run a route near your house, you will probably make eye contact with people walking the opposite direction and maybe nod or smile or wave or acknowledge them in some way. Or maybe you don't, and if that is the case, maybe you can explain why barely anyone on the path made eye contact and those who did just gave me a side eye and looked away. No smile, no nod, nothing! I guess I assumed that people living in a warmer country, who can get outside in the winter in much of the country, and who speak the language of romance, would be cheerful! 

Guadalquivir river path ---> glum

On the flip side, when I went running on the Vistula river in Krakow, and it was about 13 degrees F (-8 C) out, everyone I passed smiled and nodded and waved. Now, I am sure that in reality, there is no correlation between weather and friendliness, but I thought that people in the warmer climes would be more engaging; I mean, you are outside, it is a beautiful day and it is not 13 degrees F outside! Rejoice! 

Vistula River path --> very cheerful

After seeing several people with glum faces, I started trying to make eye contact with people and then smiling at them and basically out of the couple dozen people who I tested this on, one person smiled back. What is happening here (besides them probably thinking that I am loco in the cabeza! I mean, they may not be wrong)? 

So then I thought that maybe it was just a city thing. I mean, if you are in San Francisco versus being in a small California town, you will probably get more people just going about their business and not saying hello to every passerby, whereas in a small town, we wave at everyone, whether we know them or not. However, even in San Francisco, if you are running on a path next to the ocean, you may still give a brief nod of solidarity to other runners.

Pacific promenade --> slight nod

Anyway, then I went to the Costa del Sol to a small town on the coast, and ran along the promenade there, and tried to make eye contact (loco!) and still was not getting any response. 

Mediterranean promenade --> still glum

And then it rained. You know me; I never let a bit of wet deter me, and I went out for my daily run along the beach. There were not a lot of people out. It was raining and very windy and the drops were pelting my face and I could not even hear my music. But then it happened! The few people going the other way were smiling! Even a guy on a bike looked straight at me and WAVED! I was so happy! 

Rainy day at the beach --> Happy as!

I mean, look, I have not made any lifelong friends from this experience, but it turns out that braving adversary together seems to be the ticket. Maybe that explains why the Polish people were friendly? Braving the cold = we are in this together! 

What is the vibe like on your normal walking or running route? What is your theory about cold vs hot and friendliness?   

Tapas and Futbol

When we planned our trip, we made a tiny mistake.... Mr L loves soccer. The original plan, like I have mentioned, was to go to the World Cup in South Africa. Once we realized it would be too expensive and a pain to get around during, we decided to do the next best thing, which was to be in Portugal during the Portugal v. Brazil game. Which we are still planning on doing. However, when we booked the first couple of flights, we planned to go into Madrid on the 19th, then fly to Egypt on the 21st. What we didn't know then was that the UAEFA finals were IN MADRID on the 22nd. It would have been fun to be there during the game, however, we were there the couple of days prior and that city was HOPPING!! In fact, our hotel that we stayed at was the headquarters for all the activities, reporters etc that were there for the game. Oh well.

We were pretty tired when we arrived at 10 am, but were determined to stay up all day so we would get into the rhythm of being in this time zone (Madrid is 9 hours ahead of California). We did alright...but it is hard when it is hot and you have a beer and some food. The streets were buzzing with people and we just sat in the shade in a plaza in the middle of the city and ate peanuts and had a coffee, in the true nature of the locals. In fact, my Spanish picked itself up off the ground and presented itself fairly nicely once it brushed off the rust a little.  I made it to about 9 pm, then passed out.

We made a little plan regarding lodging which I like so far, but I have to say, I have been royally spoiled! I usually stay in hostels the whole time, share a bathroom and can't really spread out or really dig into my backpack without making a total mess. BUT. Since we work away from home all the time normally, and stay in hotels, we have accumulated some hotel points. Our plan is to use them for Europe, where the hostels are about 30 dollars each per person. Once we get to Africa, they will be more along the lines of 5 dollars per person (or less sometimes!) so then it will be no problem. Otherwise we will be out of money in a month!

So, in Madrid we were in the Westin and our room was AMAZING!!! A junior suite in a 400 year old building with a sitting area and FREE FRUIT (okay I was pretty excited about the free fruit). Oh and did I mention free bottled water? Ha. We saved about 3 dollars by staying here! Anyway, it was a beautiful hotel and it was kind of nice to "ease" into the traveling experience instead of jumping right from niceties to dirty shared bathrooms. Don't get me wrong, I actually LIKE staying in hostels -- you meet a lot of great people who give you great travel tips for the next destination and oftentimes you end up traveling with them as well. But man it is nice to be able to take a long hot shower and then walk around naked in your air conditioned room. Okay, maybe that was too much information. Suffice to say, the Westin Palace Hotel Madrid ROCKS. Here's the crown molding. Made out of plaster!

Enough about the hotel...ON with the TAPAS! I love tapas. Little plates of heaven! My favorite is these little pickled (I think they are...) sardines. Oh...I have a picture. Its not the best picture, but you have to see these so you know what I am talking about. If you ever, ever go to Spain, make sure to get THESE!!!

Okay so basically right after I ate that plate of fish, we ran to the airport to catch our flight to Cairo... I am very excited about the pyramids, although a bit wary of the people trying to take advantage of me. We shall see. Wish me luck!