Rambla pa'qui, rambla pa'lla, esa la Rumba de Barcelona

Going down to Denver (up to Denver?) tomorrow for President's Day weekend...yay! That means I can actually eat good food. I haven't replenished my fridge for a week or so because I won't be here for a few days, so it's majorly slim pickins, especially now when I'm down to a small hunk of cheese and some bread. And a shit ton of cilantro, because they only sell it in GIANT BUSHELS that are completely unnecessary.

Anyway, I'm also getting my hair cut on Saturday. I kinda sorta know what I want to get done, but I'm not positive. I wish I had the balls to do something totally wacky and crazy and wild, but I don't, so I won't. meh.

I need to find a good streaming radio station that's just news/talk in Spanish, so I can sort of practice interpreting. Or just practice repeating what they say right after they say it, so I can get better at sort of mentally recording what I hear so I can "play it back" to myself a few seconds later and repeat it. Which is totally easy and second-nature in English, but Spanish...not so much. I'm not going to be an interpreter (at least that's not a part of the gameplan) but that's pretty much all we do in my Spanish for Professionals class and it'd be a good way to brush up my Spanish anyway...I've been kind of lazy with it recently and don't feel like I've progressed in the language as much as I should have...meh.

For now I suppose I'll just listen to Manu Chao and imagine I'm still in Barcelona.