"Pobre Chinos"

oh me oh my so much with which to indulge you all
school? mediocre. not my favourite thing, but something to do.
my family? hysterical. everyday during lunch this group of loud, laughing, Chinese teenagers wander past our dining room table. My brother Carlos said next time they walk by, causing such noise, he's going to stick his out & scare them, "AAAAAAA"
we all laughed, & then laughed more when my senors said "Ay, Pobre Chinos"
"Oh, poor Chinese"
and today? my brother in-law snuck outside just before lunch & stuck his head in the window laughing & yelling "ahahahah soy chino, soy ruidoso, ay, ay, ay, soy chino loco"
katie & i just about died, the translation being "ahahaha i'm chinese, i'm noisy, ay, ay, ay crazy chinese"
& they say spaniards aren't racist
they really are a wondeful family, lots of laughter & love
last night 7 other girls & i met up with some spaniards & went out for tapas. delicious. or am i talking about the spaniards?
for you see one of them, i kid you not, resembled a spanish subtitled version of Orlando Bloom. gourgeous
& taken
of course
we then went to a museum that was putting on a plethora of fabulous artistic endeavors including guitar concerts, photo galleries, flamenco, wine tasting, & theatre.
all free. all wonderful.
& our spanish boys stayed with us all night long declaring they simply could not leave us girls all alone
very sweet
we then wandered around Sevilla in the wee hours of the morning, considering the museum was open until 2, before heading home at....
4 am!
my senora can no longer claim i have no night life
now i am off to meet my conversation partner before indulging in a movie with my lovely lady of a friend Kristen
until we meet again, i love you all
"all is well on the hippie front"