Cool

This is what it looks like when you mistake 

your hand for bread, kids (smiley face included)

Backwards

So, you would think that typing in SPANISH, on a SPANISH keyboard, would be easier, right?

WRONG.

What the heck were they thinking? Honestly? The ??? key is VITAL and its the hardest one to get to! and this >> ç << what IS that?! I've never even SEEN that letter?! Seriously.

GET YOUR aHhHh TOGETHER, SPAIN.

Remember that little post I made with the Marroquineria picture (if not, see "Tribute to Madrid")? Let me start out by explaining that this is the main reason I chose San Sebastian; the connection between my last name, and the Basque Region. If you don't know anything about the Basque Region, basically their some strange alien species with different DNA and blood type with a language that has no origin with a LOT of pride and who hate the Spanish AND the French ('call me anything but Basque and i'll DEVOUR you' kind of attitude) because they want to be their own country (they've even gone so far as to create a terrorist group: ETA). If you want to know more, look it up. So last saturday, I went on a little excursion to my hertigical (derived from heritage...?) territory in the Basque (Vasco<Spanish, Euskera<Basque... just to give you an idea of how they like to complicate things here) Region, accompanied by, none other, than a long lost primo. ("cousin", whom I really have no blood relations with) Iñigo Marroquin. He showed me an old tower that belonged to us, as well as several other places that connected us to this lovely country. After, he showed me his home town, Vitoria, treated me to an AMAZING 5 star traditional basque dinner, and then sent me home. It was an experience I'll never forget.

Sometimes

Some days, I feel like this....

(so I tried not to make this a 'Funny Fail Pictures Blog".... but there were just so many)

Sometimes, this is how I feel. Like when I just championed a conversation with a local. 

I bought this to remind myself of that feeling.

So that I don't, too often, revert back to this:

Yes

Spanish vending machine. Yes, it's real. I hardly think more explanation is necessary. Just Laugh.

Another Tribute to Madrid

This is for the sole fact that I still have a crapload of amazing pictures (and videos) from Madrid. I needed to share them for the sake of my sanity. Not really... but all the same. And yes, the picture on the left IS a picture of a storefront with my last name posted on it. Pretty wicked, righ'? Yeah, I thought so. Let me explain why: my name hails from the spanish word for Morocco, "Marruecos" (thank you google translate) because a Basque knight took a very long trip there and came back with the nickname, "El Marroquin". Eventually it stuck and became a last name. Marroquinerias are shops where you can buy various items made out of moroccan leather. Yeah. Awesome. :)