My comrades have left on another journey to Morocco, and I am left here in Granada to work on my new program. I was also really hooked up today by the director of a program that I led a couple weeks ago (my first time leading, so it was a little intimidating.) Anyway, apparently I didn´t suck because he invited me along with his students to go to Jerez and Sevilla this weekend. Jerez is the home of a really famous equestrian school, where we happen to be spending the morning. Considering that I have had horse dreams for a good three nights now, this may be a real immersion into temptation, but I am excited.
It also gives me a good excuse to get out and about in the name of work, since I can also recruit. I really enjoyed the students from his program that came with me to Morocco, and I am sure a few of them are sucker enough to come along on my excellent adventure. We also get to play in a national park on Saturday.

Speaking of students, Kate and I were ruminating last night about our current drought in the friendship desert of Granada. This, after we spent the night out with our little homies from Morocco, none of whom breaks the 21 mark. They are really great, but the truth is, they don´t know who Michael Landon is. Our favorite bar is dedicated to Michael Landon. It ages us a little.
More amusing last night was, at about one in the morning, when our little friend Mike was trapped in our bathroom after our diabolical doorknob decided it never wanted to work again. After I spent a good fifteen minutes prying apart the outside plate with a knife, we ended up having to let Joey (who, thankfully, is quite a bear) do the classic breaking-through-the-door move. Unfortunately, he was a little too successful, and in his momentum, almost ended up with a foot in the toilet. Thankfully, he managed to avoid crashing into the mirror.

Hey! Rummy´s gone! Only six years (actually, about 30...) too late. But good news, nonetheless. I think more people are talking about it here than in the US, because they really wonder what magic stupid-making potion the government´s been feeding us. I try to explain it´s only cherry Kool-Aid, but it´s lost in translation.

It´s good to hear from Paul and Tristan (give Peru a big, fat kiss for me...) This blog is more for my sanity, I think, but it´s nice to see people´s names in the comment screen. Love you all...