The shower here is so modern. It’s like the IKEA cover photo shower head. Picture George Jetson’s house, and this is the shower head in our apartment. But, this is where functionality and modern art didn’t see eye to eye. First off, if you don’t align the knob just perfectly, you will either have a torrential down pour or a slow drip drizzle (like the Chinese water tortur
e). You also have to facture in the hot/cold sensitivity of this contraption. Either your skin will burn off like a Barbie doll in a furnace, or you will see the permafrost mount up on your skin. Now, add all that up, and then you have what could easily be a disaster. This morning, Kim said, “HEY, I’VE GOT IT PE
RFECT…YOU CAN BE NEXT!” So, I wake myself up out of sleep (I was dreaming that I was Barry Bonds…saying no to drugs) and run to the shower, get in and have approximately 14 seconds of warm water before it all goes ice cold. I love to finish off an icy cold shower with an even colder subartic sink bath! Yippee. Oh, I guess I should also have thrown in the KIMFACTOR to the IKEA masterpiece. She is known for running all the hot water out of any situation. What I failed to realize is that she did have the temperature perfect…and had been enjoying for 30 minutes before that as well. Women are right 2/15 of the time, and yes that fraction does make sense. So we went to the bike shop and grabbed 2 bikes…OH YEAH BABY! They were beach cruisers, but who cares right. We start riding them down the narrowest of Spain back alleys…it felt just like the tour of Poland or something…I was laying on the little bell on my bike while
kim drafted my rear wheel. We very well could have killed a senior citizen. We got back and qua
druple locked up the bikes…backwheel to my front wheel, my backwheel to some powerbox inside the breezeway behind the triple bolted door leading to the outside. It’s all very secure over here. After a little food, we hit the road. HARD. The cool thing is, everyone is on a bike, so you’re really just fighting for position on the road with a bunch of other beach cruisers and old bikes. No one has smooth road bikes here so the playing field is equal. I did find out, however; that beach cruisers do not handle well on the actually beach. Go figure. It’s like ice skating in a pool of Jello with snow shoes on. You see…that’s not much like ice skating at all. After checking out all of the old Olympic sites (we did learn that none of the cool stuff about this city was here until the Olympic committee announced that it would
come here. Before this, it was pretty much a dumpy fishing town with a buncha statues of Colon (Columbus) pointing the wrong direction. Seriously, ole boy is supposed to be pointing to the New World, and instead the statue is pointing to Africa. Let’s see, I guess the score now is: Columbus – 0.5, Common Sense – 4. Anyways, we cruised to the more uptown trendy area to check out all the sweet stuff that Gaudi designed (this is more art stuff for the not so art friendly readers). The apartment buildings were awesome, however; the gigantic church which is still under construction is the masterpiece. Please do google it. It’ll blow your mind. Oh, by this time, we realized that 1.) This city is awesome in that even on the busiest streets, there is a mini bike highway 2.) The camera’s battery was dying 3.) My bike was jacked up. Let’s talk about the bike. At a park earlier in the day, I had traded with Kim because the seat could move up higher, but later after I bunny hopped off a curb or something, it jacked the rear wheel all up, and the chain came off about 4 times, while the rear wheel rubbed the frame and banged up against the rear fender. All of that made for a sweet sounds at I buzzed through downtown. So, we headed back to the bike shop and dropped the machines off. About that time we went out our favorite juice/café/wierdsmokingdevice spot for some WiFi action. Well, guess what? Apparently everyone else was headed there too, and had decided that this was the day to Napster Tom Jones’ greatest hits. So there was no bandwith, and even though I did enjoy some very tasty café and one heck of a
brownie, I got to download like half of an episode of the office season 3. So, we packed it up and headed a couple of blocks away for a chance at a Starbucks…NO DICE. So we came back to allow Kim’s head to stop pulsating (TERRIBLE HEADACHE!). After about 1.5 hrs of Stan Getz, and some good readings from the book of Matthew, we headed back to another Starbucks thinking our luck would improve…SUCKA! We shelled out cash and came up empty…Snake Eyes…so grocery store, back home, watched a little more office…and sleepy time. Sign of the day: “Start wherever you want because you cannot do much here except exists.”
e). You also have to facture in the hot/cold sensitivity of this contraption. Either your skin will burn off like a Barbie doll in a furnace, or you will see the permafrost mount up on your skin. Now, add all that up, and then you have what could easily be a disaster. This morning, Kim said, “HEY, I’VE GOT IT PE
RFECT…YOU CAN BE NEXT!” So, I wake myself up out of sleep (I was dreaming that I was Barry Bonds…saying no to drugs) and run to the shower, get in and have approximately 14 seconds of warm water before it all goes ice cold. I love to finish off an icy cold shower with an even colder subartic sink bath! Yippee. Oh, I guess I should also have thrown in the KIMFACTOR to the IKEA masterpiece. She is known for running all the hot water out of any situation. What I failed to realize is that she did have the temperature perfect…and had been enjoying for 30 minutes before that as well. Women are right 2/15 of the time, and yes that fraction does make sense. So we went to the bike shop and grabbed 2 bikes…OH YEAH BABY! They were beach cruisers, but who cares right. We start riding them down the narrowest of Spain back alleys…it felt just like the tour of Poland or something…I was laying on the little bell on my bike while 
kim drafted my rear wheel. We very well could have killed a senior citizen. We got back and qua
druple locked up the bikes…backwheel to my front wheel, my backwheel to some powerbox inside the breezeway behind the triple bolted door leading to the outside. It’s all very secure over here. After a little food, we hit the road. HARD. The cool thing is, everyone is on a bike, so you’re really just fighting for position on the road with a bunch of other beach cruisers and old bikes. No one has smooth road bikes here so the playing field is equal. I did find out, however; that beach cruisers do not handle well on the actually beach. Go figure. It’s like ice skating in a pool of Jello with snow shoes on. You see…that’s not much like ice skating at all. After checking out all of the old Olympic sites (we did learn that none of the cool stuff about this city was here until the Olympic committee announced that it would 
come here. Before this, it was pretty much a dumpy fishing town with a buncha statues of Colon (Columbus) pointing the wrong direction. Seriously, ole boy is supposed to be pointing to the New World, and instead the statue is pointing to Africa. Let’s see, I guess the score now is: Columbus – 0.5, Common Sense – 4. Anyways, we cruised to the more uptown trendy area to check out all the sweet stuff that Gaudi designed (this is more art stuff for the not so art friendly readers). The apartment buildings were awesome, however; the gigantic church which is still under construction is the masterpiece. Please do google it. It’ll blow your mind. Oh, by this time, we realized that 1.) This city is awesome in that even on the busiest streets, there is a mini bike highway 2.) The camera’s battery was dying 3.) My bike was jacked up. Let’s talk about the bike. At a park earlier in the day, I had traded with Kim because the seat could move up higher, but later after I bunny hopped off a curb or something, it jacked the rear wheel all up, and the chain came off about 4 times, while the rear wheel rubbed the frame and banged up against the rear fender. All of that made for a sweet sounds at I buzzed through downtown. So, we headed back to the bike shop and dropped the machines off. About that time we went out our favorite juice/café/wierdsmokingdevice spot for some WiFi action. Well, guess what? Apparently everyone else was headed there too, and had decided that this was the day to Napster Tom Jones’ greatest hits. So there was no bandwith, and even though I did enjoy some very tasty café and one heck of a
brownie, I got to download like half of an episode of the office season 3. So, we packed it up and headed a couple of blocks away for a chance at a Starbucks…NO DICE. So we came back to allow Kim’s head to stop pulsating (TERRIBLE HEADACHE!). After about 1.5 hrs of Stan Getz, and some good readings from the book of Matthew, we headed back to another Starbucks thinking our luck would improve…SUCKA! We shelled out cash and came up empty…Snake Eyes…so grocery store, back home, watched a little more office…and sleepy time. Sign of the day: “Start wherever you want because you cannot do much here except exists.”
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