...well, since we stayed up until so late that our american bas
ed readers were just going to bed(you figure the timezones out as homework), we had a pretty hard time getting up for the morning run. once up, and at'em...we walked down the streets in our less than fashionable workout clothing. man, you should have seen the looks...school kids dressed in the newest fashions(don't worry, pretty soon you'll grown to appreciate really tight 80s style jeans, chuck taylors, and fishnet pantyhose...all over again. the style is back baby) looked @ us like we were from Mars. I mean, we are so outta place with our american eagle polos, and crocks. we are freaks over here! anyways, we ran, it hurt, enough said. out on the street
s, we walked to check out where kim used to live 7 years ago. it was cool...wait, did i fail to mention that we stopped at "Fast-Good" resturant, which resembled nothing of our fast food resturant...i think it was all natural, however; kim's no vegan...she was eating cheese like the mice from looney toons. remember those guys? crafty little animals...anyways, kim's 80 year old memory struck gold in a pit of alzhimer's again, and she forgot exactly what her house looked like when she lived here, but we did locate the phone booth were she used to make calls to me back in Knoxville. After seeing that it was located about 3 feet..err..meters(trying to get the hang of this metric thing) from the road, I now understand why it always seemed like she was talking to me from the pit of a formula one race...so we decided to hike it back to Retira Park(google it for fun). On the way, we observed the #2 discovery of Spain(recall the #1 discover was that all men take care of their children. Which brings to mind a little piece from an old Chris Rock special, "Random Dude: Yo, I take care of my kids. Chris Rock: You take care of them? Big Deal! You're their Dad you idiot. What? Do you want a cookie?"...i hope the humor was not lost in translation)...being that tight jeans are taking over the earth. i know i hinted to it earlier, but i'm talking pants that were painted on just ten minutes ago tight. i saw a man's leg hair through his jeans today. his ankles were turning blue from the loss of circulation. oh well, it's the new way...adjust now. I guess i'll have to retire my MC Hammer pants after vacation. yes yes, i drank
a buncha cafe...what else is new, and we went ahead and made discover #3 a day premature just in case it rains tomorrow: people here cannot park. These pictures shows what happens when a compact car attempts to cram itself into motorcycle parking...Yes, that's right Mrs. Genius...trying to fit 19 pounds silly putty into a 2 pound container does not work
...same goes for your Renault Megane! we are close to ending the day after spending the better part of a half or 2 of nearly an hour in a grocery/high end clothing/electronics store(who would have thought to put soy milk, prada boots, old people diapers, and iPods in the same store?). and the shots of the old folks? well, dude, she jerked him over to the bench, tucked his shirt in his pants, re-fastened his belt, then pointed to the bench. he smiled and sat down. WHEW!!!!!! I had to drink 2 cafe's on that one. BAM! That just
happened. I looked at Kim...and said, I don't care how old we get...I'll break your fingers off if you try that. Then she pointed to my chair and I sat down. You see men, even in Spain, I'm in control. We've also added a freature called "Sign of the Day." Today's sign: "Small girls with long fingers are not allowed to open doors on the subway."
ed readers were just going to bed(you figure the timezones out as homework), we had a pretty hard time getting up for the morning run. once up, and at'em...we walked down the streets in our less than fashionable workout clothing. man, you should have seen the looks...school kids dressed in the newest fashions(don't worry, pretty soon you'll grown to appreciate really tight 80s style jeans, chuck taylors, and fishnet pantyhose...all over again. the style is back baby) looked @ us like we were from Mars. I mean, we are so outta place with our american eagle polos, and crocks. we are freaks over here! anyways, we ran, it hurt, enough said. out on the street
s, we walked to check out where kim used to live 7 years ago. it was cool...wait, did i fail to mention that we stopped at "Fast-Good" resturant, which resembled nothing of our fast food resturant...i think it was all natural, however; kim's no vegan...she was eating cheese like the mice from looney toons. remember those guys? crafty little animals...anyways, kim's 80 year old memory struck gold in a pit of alzhimer's again, and she forgot exactly what her house looked like when she lived here, but we did locate the phone booth were she used to make calls to me back in Knoxville. After seeing that it was located about 3 feet..err..meters(trying to get the hang of this metric thing) from the road, I now understand why it always seemed like she was talking to me from the pit of a formula one race...so we decided to hike it back to Retira Park(google it for fun). On the way, we observed the #2 discovery of Spain(recall the #1 discover was that all men take care of their children. Which brings to mind a little piece from an old Chris Rock special, "Random Dude: Yo, I take care of my kids. Chris Rock: You take care of them? Big Deal! You're their Dad you idiot. What? Do you want a cookie?"...i hope the humor was not lost in translation)...being that tight jeans are taking over the earth. i know i hinted to it earlier, but i'm talking pants that were painted on just ten minutes ago tight. i saw a man's leg hair through his jeans today. his ankles were turning blue from the loss of circulation. oh well, it's the new way...adjust now. I guess i'll have to retire my MC Hammer pants after vacation. yes yes, i drank 
a buncha cafe...what else is new, and we went ahead and made discover #3 a day premature just in case it rains tomorrow: people here cannot park. These pictures shows what happens when a compact car attempts to cram itself into motorcycle parking...Yes, that's right Mrs. Genius...trying to fit 19 pounds silly putty into a 2 pound container does not work
...same goes for your Renault Megane! we are close to ending the day after spending the better part of a half or 2 of nearly an hour in a grocery/high end clothing/electronics store(who would have thought to put soy milk, prada boots, old people diapers, and iPods in the same store?). and the shots of the old folks? well, dude, she jerked him over to the bench, tucked his shirt in his pants, re-fastened his belt, then pointed to the bench. he smiled and sat down. WHEW!!!!!! I had to drink 2 cafe's on that one. BAM! That just 
happened. I looked at Kim...and said, I don't care how old we get...I'll break your fingers off if you try that. Then she pointed to my chair and I sat down. You see men, even in Spain, I'm in control. We've also added a freature called "Sign of the Day." Today's sign: "Small girls with long fingers are not allowed to open doors on the subway."
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