What can i say

It was an interesting week. Don't ask me why though. I am somewhat lost at this moment.

Let's recount. Thursday's visit to farmer's market was, how shall i say this, fruitful. Me and my new found friend C took a stroll along the market streets that smelled like a concoction of sweet strawberries and charcoal smoke. Children ran abound, performers crooned and adults perused organic produce like there was no tomorrow. I met a veteran lady vendor of the market. Fida. She told me that the name was Iranian. Fida, complete submission. Nice name. Hmm, can i say then, i am fida on you, mr jones? lol. We spoke french, in fact she was tri-lingual. Je pense que i will go back next week, for fresh strawberries and french with Fida.

Saturday i spent at the beach. The whole day. Il a fait très beau.

I spent quite some time trying to convert C into a football fan. I needed a fellow watcher. Primarily her objection was why oh why are there so few goals in a match of 90 minutes or more. Huh! Um, cause it's like, hard! It's a real ball game for one, where you let your legs work the ball, not lame stuff like using hands or bat or any such toys! lol, i am this close to draw a parallel to sex, but well, let's just say real men play football. Yep, it's tough, tough, tough to strike. But when you do, it's often spectacular. Breathtakingly so, oh it's just too bloody beautiful! So yeah. Loss is yours, love.

Having said that, i would have preferred one more goal though (2-0) for today, i dunno why. There were some close misses by Sergio Ramos and Iniesta, and that cross, ah poor Senna, i really feel sorry for him. Nonetheless, a victory is a victory. So Viva España ! That was a long wait, so celebrate away! Wow! To think i wasn't even born the last time Spain won it!

Sigh. Why? Eh, i dunno, but feels like someone just punched the wind right out of me. Sorry, it just does.