A Rant and a Rave

The beginning of Fall, the 21st of September. I'm curious as to whether people here really understand fall. They know that it gets cooler; the trees lose their leave, well all but the pine trees and the palms. They don't get that dreary day thing, not like we do in the midwest. They don't have the crisp mornings or the thunderstorms that last all afternoon. At least not normally. what I want is a chilly day, a cup of tea, and a good book. Clearly, I have no Spanish blood in me. For though I loath the winters and love the touch of sun on my skin, I could just as easily give up the continual heat A change once and a while is nice. I really like the seasons of the norther part of the south. they experience it all in good measure and the areas know when they've had enough of one thing or another. Granted they don't seem to care about the humidity (which is another thing I loath), that's constant, even in the winter months. Here they know nothing about freezing rain, snow covered streets. How could they when it doesn't get below 45°.
I know, I'm ranting about things I have no control over. The weather is not a hugely important thing. But you all know that there's something about the fall that is completely missed in a warmer climate.

This past week I had the opportunity to see a Flamenco. Granted, it wasn't the best but it was still pretty interesting. The city was holding "La noche larga de los museos". All the museums and galleries around the city hosted arts events. Everything from Classical groups to Flamenco and modern theater. There was also a wine tasting, but it was incredibly sweet wine. That's definitely an acquired taste that I am not patient enough to acquire. Though I had a blast watching flamenco and traipsing around the city with a group of friends and some random guides from the school (they were pretty cool guys, all local, and all very nice), I destroyed my feet by walking so much in bad shoes. I walked to the school and back at least three times friday. Once to get online during the day (we didn't have school). The next time to meet up with the guides who were going to take us out for Tapas. They then decided that the tapas bar they were going to take us to would be back near where I live. After tapas we decided we wanted to go to one of the museums which was in the Plaza de Americas. Unfortunately the plaza is further away than the school. Then I had to walk back at 2:30 after everything was over. Consequently 2 of my toes do not have skin.