Thoughts

1) So I think I found out where the ho stroll in Cordoba is today. I always walk down this street called Calle Rey Heredia to get to the part of town with all the shops, and I noticed there are always, without fail, girls sitting on the stoops of several buildings along the way. They're never talking to each other or doing anything. They just seem to be bored out of their minds, waiting for something...or someone? And, they are always vaguely provocative in their dress. Today as I was walking, I saw a girl sitting on a stoop wearing 5-inch (I guess) red strappy heels and a pair of coochie cutters and all of a sudden, it hit me. My route to the center of town takes me directly down the ho stroll. I don't know how I didn't put two and two together before. I need to get a map and find a new way to get to the center.

2) So Los Del Rio (that's right, the world-famous Spanish twosome who blessed the world with Macarena) are Andalucian. They're not from Cordoba, though; they're from Sevilla. Anyway, their name means "those from the river," right? And the "river" they're referring to is the Guadalquivir, which I can totally almost see from the window of my room. That tenuous connection to a thing that is famous for being terrible made me feel special for more than 10 seconds, which is embarassing. What I'm saying is everyone, please call me Macarena from now on.

3) Have the people here ever heard of pooper scoopers?!? I've seen more dog turds in the past three weeks than I had in all the years of my life prior to moving here. Walking to work, I have to maintain perfect vigilance lest I squish one and end up smelling faintly of poo for the rest of the day.

4) I think I'm obsessed with Fanta. Honestly, maybe four, five times a day I think, "Wow, I could really go for a tall, frosty Fanta right now."

5) This:

Masturbation from Nick Thune