Tuesday, March 29, 2011

first impressions

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." 
-Dr Seuss

For me, that encompasses friendship-love as well.
First encounters are fascinating, aren't they? Each one is matchless. I think it's absolutely enchanting that all significant relationships (whether platonic or romantic or professional etc.) start off as just another random intersections of two paths. Most first encounters are pretty insignificant, because most don’t lead to very long lasting or significant relationships, at least for me thats the case because although I can be very friendly, I’m actually a very guarded and cautionary person when meeting/getting to know people…normally. So, even if someone is no longer in my life whether because they died or we had a falling out, drifted apart, we broke up or whatever I still really enjoy looking back and recalling my first interaction with them. Remembering my first impressions, misconceptions, and perceptions; remembering what they wore or what they said, where we were, the sequence of events that led to our paths crossing…remembering the moment that I decided I liked them, or realized I was wrong about them.
I think those are some of the moments in life I cherish most: meeting someone you have no idea is about to stick around for a very long time; or mean a lot to you; or hurt you; or help you grow; or give you a job; or just impact your life and change its direction; or change your outlook.  Its' a retrospective appreciation and something that I don’t think one CAN ever appreciate the moment it's happening. Maybe because you can't be aware of your misconceptions or perceptions the first instant you meet someone because you have nothing to compare it to yet, or maybe it's because you can't tell how significant this person will be to you in the future.

One of the oldest first impressions I remember is from kindergarten when I met Ashley benson. She was being moved up from junior kindergarten and I remember Mrs. Easton wanted me to show Ashley around and basically befriend her. I remember exactly where we stood in the playground as Mrs. Easton intruduced us. Ashley was so shy, she had a long blonde curly poney-tail that was pulled high and tight at the top of her head. She'd pull the pony tail over to one shoulder and cuddle with it as she sucked her thumb. I remember thinking that was kind of strange, and noticing she was very quiet and shy. I don’t remember anything after that: where I took her, or any wise advice I gave her as a senior kindergartener. But I remember meeting Ashley Benson.

Some of my more recent memorable first encounters naturally have taken place in Spain.
Elena: FIRST day in Spain. Arrived to the hostel; was nervous about the fact that they didn't have room in their storage for my bags; went on a walk;  met up with Luis, my only contact, via his Reuters coworker (my cousin) Sanam from London. He called and invited me for drinks with some work friends. We met up and walked around until we found a place to our liking. Sat down and ordered a round of cañas. Elena showed up a little late. I remember she was laughing a lot and noticed her blonde hair more than I notice most blonde hair, it was almost bronze..the shade was so unique. She was smoking a pallmall cigarette, they were smaller and thinner than the standard cigarettes, and the box was purple. She called them her babies, and thought they were very femenine and elegant and cute. My Spanish was rusty back then so I remember being relieved I could understand what she was saying. At some point she saw a little spider on the wall and she freaked out because she’s aracnophobic. The next thing I knew, she was asking me if I wanted to crash at her place instead of staying at the hostel. What do you think my answer was? We walked to the hostel, got my stuff and then I lived with Elena for 3 weeks....and 7 months later here we are. In my wildest imagination I would not have guessed that the purple-cigarette-smoking-blonde-aracnaphobic-girl sitting across from me on my first night in Spain would have ended up becoming such an important person in my life. And although I hardly talk to Luis anymore, I owe him thanks for making my and Elena’s paths cross.

I met Katy next. I was on the metro going to the orientation, I was nervous and confused because the directions were not clear. She was the girl sitting across the metro from me. She was really cute, but I couldn’t figure out if she was Spanish or American. If she was American she was definitely in the same program as me. I saw her looking at me too. Was it because I was looking at her? Or was it because she was just as nervous and lost as I was? I decided if she got off on the same stop as me I'd talk to her. She got off one stop before mine. As she was leaving  I remember feeling disappointed. As the metro doors closed I saw she was reading the signs in the metro…she had no idea where she as going…she was lost! She was American! I got off on my metro stop and walked to the orientation. As I entered the packed room I saw her sitting in the crowd, we made eye contact and both just started laughing. We waved and I took an empty seat. During break we finally talked and exchanged contact information and the rest is history.

I met Carolina day 2 of the orientation. I was standing outside during the break with Katy and some other people. I remember one girl had so many facial piercings it looked like shrapnel. She was from Texas so I was scared of her. I never saw her after that day. There was Andy the rebellious catholic who became mormon, never saw him again either. Then all of a sudden Katy and Carolina saw each other and freaked out. Apparently they both knew each other form Colgate University.  Katy introduced Carolina to everyone and I remember her asking me if I was Persian once she heard my name, in that moment I knew she was going to be a very important friend to me. Lots of people have asked me if I’m Persian in my life, and it's never been an indicator of our future friendship. I don’t think I felt that way about Carolina because of that question either, I honestly think it was her eyebrows. I know it makes no sense. Weird? Yes. But was I right? Also, yes.

There are some first encounters that I can't remember.
The most important first encounter of my life I can't even remember: meeting my sister. I remember being in the hospital and seeing the big room of newborns, and seeing my mom in the hospital bed drinking a cup of apple juice, I remember recieving a little toy dog that did back flips (that my mom said Keon brought for me, which I can't tell you how confusing that ws for me) but I don’t remember seeing Keon face to face for the first time unfortunately.

I can't remember talking to Sam for the first time either. I remember seeing him for the first time in my first architecture studio and thinking he was SUPER COOL (I was wrong, he was a giant dork). Neither one of us remembers how we became friends. But 6 years later, he came all the way from Oregon to visit me in Spain!
Ashley Hadjatry Tarzaban-2009 Eugene, Jameson's, boyfriends, "bazesh kon, garmesh kon, nushe jaan!". 
Brooke Hulteen-7th grade, pink hair, Emily Thelin's birthday party, bathtub pedicures, land lines.
Megan Rauscher (Apparently we had a class in 2005) but really 2008/2009ish via Megan Ackerman, at Rennies, you had a tube sock in your purse, we had simultaneous break ups.
Megan Ackerman-UO INTRODUCKTION you were in line behind me.
Eleena Kaldani- Apparently we met back in like 5th grade at Rachel Olmstead's birthday party, I have a vague recollection of a little brown girl, but obviously we didn't leave too strong of an impression on one another back then. The next time was in fieldhockey freshman year LGHS you were jumping on Giselle's back, your energy shocked me, then you chose soccer. Spring sophomore year you got Hank Calhoun for Sadie’s but then I got class rep fall junior year. We were on the path towards becoming fast enemies when  in spring junior year walking to physics we finally clicked.
Eric Chen-LGHS biology freshman year, you spoke Chinese (don't know which one) to Rona Liu at our table and I felt excluded. Coronation...sorry, I was from Hillbrook. I'm glad we made it past that :P
Lucas-UO arch201 I thought you were weird. I was right but for the wrong reasons :)
Jonas-Megan Haight's studio, you were jaded, I was eighteen.
Wynter-You were new at Hillbrook and my mom told me to make you feel welcome on the first day of school.
Hannah L-Hillbrook. You were from England and we mispronounced your name because of your accent. Ashleigh W and McKenzie monopolized you. I remember you playing horses with Christine and Sally and memorizing sign language for communication across the classroom. You invited me over in 4th grade, told me you wanted to be on Broadway, did the hampster voice and convinced me you hid on top of the roof via the chimney during hide and seek. I tried and failed, you laughed.
Hannah A- LGHS. Was in awe of your style.
Alejandro- saw you in Megan Ackerman's Argentina photos. Gchat. Cusco to Buenos Aires: I wore a poncho and my face was burnt from Machu Picchu. I hadn’t slept so my eyes were blood-shot. I was self conscious and had morning breath. You came early before work to receive me. You teased me and then helped me.
Keillan-honors college UO Cogan 2005
Trish- I had heard so much about you before I met you. Sorry for coming off as a b****. I know you understand.
Carly-Megan Haight "girls with small breasts have bigger hearts" shirt. You were new-age-christian, and I was wary.
Andrea- We shared a nook in Megan Haight's studio. I was Impressed by your materials and copic markers.
M(ichael)Ober-Corey´s studio, 4th year arch school. You made me laugh when I was crying.
Amy- I remember the e-mail you sent me when I was in Iran the summer before uni. I can't tell you how happy I was and thrilled that you were so AWESOME you wanted to take me to the spheroid and "paint the town red" !! The day I walked into our dorm for the first time I was dying from excitement, but you were there with Scott and I felt awkward. I still rememer the sound your keys made when you'd walk up the stairs and down the hall to our room.
Caroline Ahlquist-Portland,Oregon at your apartment off Burnside. I was so nervous, but then you hugged me when I tried to shake your hand. And then you gave me wine.
Moonhan- Fall freshman year between Carson and Dyment dorms. I was sitting on a bench and we had a mutual friend, I loved your name and was fascinated you were from Alaska!
Jackie- Met via Carly. You gave me your TV.  I thought you hated me. Your house was big and it was raining.
Martin-Found you in a hostel in Portland, threw you in the back of my creepy Mercedes and gave you yerba maté. Your English was bad, and we hung out with Argentina friends. You had no idea what was really going on.
Melina-Rosario, Argentina. You came with Anabela to the bus station to receive me, you threw me on your tiny motor bike with my giant backpack. We almost didn't fit.
Vanessa-2nd grade. You were homeschooled before then and we thought you were a freak for that. Admittedly, we were wrong.
Luis and Javier- With Eleena in Madrid Christmas shopping around Sol in 2006. 19 vs. 29. Great story.
Emily- You were friends with Quinn and I thought that was strange. You burped and laughed very loudly too. We had studio with Ken soph year, but you sang songs out loud from the other side of class and were dating Robin. We clicked one year later in Kelsey's studio. Salt 'n' peppa.
KatyCross- I met you at Emily's 21st but she blacked out so you were kicking everyone out. Then you came to visit Emily in studio senior year and sat with us as we traced at the light tables late at night. You were much nicer that time.
Kyle- I remember you giving me a ride to Emily and Katy’s house for some reason. It was the first time we met. I wanted to make inappropriate jokes, but controlled myself.
I mean,  I could go on forever...sometimes it's just fun to stop and remember how you met people, and how things were back then, and how things have changed since. I think it just makes me feel generally more appreciative of things. I know that’s vague, I can't explain it any better though.



"I’m glad we had the times together just to laugh and sing a song, seems like we just got started and then before you know it, the times we had together were gone."
-Dr. Seuss

Friday, March 25, 2011

my first eid-e-noruz

this is my first eid (persian new year) that i'm celebrating on my own because even in college id go home for eid!
ive made my haft seen (table set with specific objects that represent new life, fertility, and good fortune there have to be 7 s's on the table) and my sabzi polo mahi and kookoo! i'm very excited about all this so i'm sharing my documentation of it!
my first sabzi polo mahi and kookoo!
my first haft seen!

1) seeb-apple 2)serkeh-vinegar 3)sonbol-hyacinth

4) sabzeeeeeeeeeeeh-sprouts! (grown with lentils.)
5) sekeh-coins, 6) somagh-a spice, 7) sir-garlic, 8) the sagharis!

egg colored with nail polish


 

Thursday, March 24, 2011

restless

im feeling restless. anxious. excited. bored. simultaneously. i dont know what is causing this, but i know what will cure it...i need to go somewhere. anywhere. or...if i cant go somewhere, then i need to do something really random and new and or weird in Madrid...and going to Xanadú to get my comp fixed on saturday doesnt count...LUCKILY this mood hit me just now, and its thursday, and that means the weekend is here, so i´ll figure something out. speaking of luckily, ASHLEY HADJATRY TARZABAN (mouthful, much?) IS COMING TO VISIT ME FROM MARCH 31-APRIL 25 AND WE ARE GOING TO ALÑSDKFJAÑSDLFKJ ITALY!!!!!!!!!!!!! we are going to:

 Venice (before it sinks) and
TUSCANY
and of course:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Rome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 oh, did i mention:
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ??
let me reiterate:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ! ! !
i can't wait.
also, there are talks of me going down to Granada
to visit Mona Navid. she is there until July. So i have to go before then. i can definitely arrange that in May.
ALSO...Going with Carolina to Nerja
great beaches
there's a famous cave
april 28-may 2 (beach town by Malaga) on the costa del sol in the south of Spain on the Mediterranean for 3 days because Hannah Lawrence and her boyf are going to be there too, and we are all staying in a villa on the beach. there will be some serious sun worshiping on that trip.

so those are my plans for the next WHILE.
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totally irrelevant: last night i made a REALLY GOOD sabzi polo mahi ba kuku and i´m really proud of it because MOMMY IT TASTED REALY CLOSE TO YOURS!... but not perfect cuz i didnt have shambalileh (shaNbalileh?)...fenugreek. also, i dont have years and years of practice. but its LOOKING LIKE IM GOING TO BE A PRETTY AWESOME COOK in the future. i get it from ma´mama! my food presentation was lacking somewhat, especially with the kuku, but it all still tasted right and nothing was burned. which is very important. im still working on domesticating myself..haha. sometimes ill burn SOUP while theres still water boiling in the pot, and other times ill make really good persian food. practice makes perfect.

so i was realy nervous to make it, but i did. and it was really exciting and good and WAY EASIER than i thought! i did it with salmon. (ill put up pics of it tonight when i get home) and i just popped over next door and bought some mast o khiar from the persian restaurant. they added raisins for decoration for me...so cute. so persian.

and i fed carolina, and sent her home with left overs too and she really liked it. i take that as a double compliment, because she has had sabzi polo mahi kuku before, so she knows what its supposed to taste like. AT THE SAME TIME...she hasn't been exposed to TOO MUCH persian culture/food so the fact that she liked it also means that a set of tastebuds that were not TOO accustomed to the taste of the food ALSO approved. score!

i think my next kitchen challenge will be to BAKE MACARONS. im REALLY intimidated by this one, but i think ill give it a go this weekend!
wish me luck.
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another random thing: Eleena is in Buenos Aires now!!! im so excited for her that she is on this amazing wonderful life changing adventure! solo traveling in south america DOES something to people, and now she will GET IT. im very proud of her for having the guts to do a 45 day trip alone, cuz not many people in the world do! i´m totally picking up on her travel-high all the way from Spain, she is on my mind a lot and I am just so happy for her!
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ok last thing: in school, in honor of Japan, I have been making origami cranes with my 4th and 6th graders in art! it reminds me so much of you, dad! I really enjoyed doing it (although i was again, quite surprised how hard it is to get a group of spanish kids to fold some paper) and the kids were actually really into it too. with the 1st graders, i had them make pop-up greeting cards, and they LOVED IT. SUCCESS! (again, reminded me so much of you, dad! next thing you know ill be collecting small branches and drilling holes into them and melting crayons to make colored-pencil-branches hahaha!).
X

Monday, March 21, 2011

th1s b10ws

1 rea11y want t0 wr1te a p0st but cant be b0thered 0n my br0ken keyb0ard. e1ther 1 have t0 wa1t t111 t0m0rr0w when 1 can d0 1t 0n a sch001 c0mputer. 0r just wa1t unt111 1 get my keyb0ard f1xed...g01ng t0 the st0re t0m0rr0w...1 h0pe 1ts eas11y f1xab1e and n0t 1nsane1y expens1ve. f1ngers cr0ssed.

how bizarre! how bizarre!

i had a very surreal night on sunday. Carolina ended up coming over sunday night and we went NEXT DOOR to the persian restaurant. where we had mast o khiar ba noon lavash and then she got a juje/zereshk polo. and I caved and got ghorme sabzi. I was really determined to eat sabzi polo mahi o kuku, but, ghorme sabzi always wins. the food was GREAT. AND CHEAP! THE CHEF WORKED FOR 10 YEARS AT RESTURANE ALBORZ in Tehran!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is this a joke?? i dont even think i can fully comprehend what just happened to me. i mean, there was the mr. kebab restaurant but at least that was far and kind of spendy so i couldnt go there all the time. i honestly dont know if this is the best or worst thing that could possibly happen to me. i´m going to be obese and poor very soon. but happy.

 so we stayed there until 1am and celebrated sal tahvil with all these really nice, yet really foreign iranians we met just a few hours ago. well, actually, Behzaad i met back in october when i went to a doner kebab place, and then the other night i was returning home, late at like 1 am and i was opening the door to my apartment building and there was some guy shouting things at me in spanish...who the hell is this? another drunk spaniard? i ignored him and went into my building. then he ran up to the door and was like "dont you remember me?" in farsi. and i was like oh hey! and he told me they were opening up NEXT DOOR. and the first words out of my mouth were "do you have ghorme sabzi?". (seriously, when i die, serve ghorme sabzi at my funeral please. and also maybe mix some in with my ashes in the urn.) apparently they had a huge chahar shanbe suri party that i totally missed last week. lame. next year, definitely. and then he invited me for eid the next day. so i went and my brain exploded because 1) i hadnt spoken that much farsi in a while. AND 2) normally, i drop an english word here or there...i couldnt do that because they only spoke farsi and spanish, i had to sprinkle in SPANISH WORDS.... seriously my brain was having an aneurysm because i feel like when my farsi gets good my spanish gets bad and when my spanish gets good my farsi worsens...but this was 2 languages that were not english, that is obviously my best language...and i could FEEL my brain folding in half...to make the farsi part combine with the spanish part. (it actually felt like someone was making origami out of my brain or something) and like, someone would say something in farsi, then id say something in english to carolina, then it was like a half farsi half spanish sentence, then someone would just start saying something in only spanish. and i know i definitely made a few sentences with all 3 languages in it. and it was so fun to use my brain like that. i hadnt ever used all 3 of my languages simultaneously before. what a trip. lets do it again! um, so it was eid, which was bitter-sweet-bizarre-familiar-foreign and i didnt have a camera to take pictures, so im not even sure if last night happened it was so surreal. and then i went home and realized the 8, o, i, and l keys on my computer arent working. so I have to sprint home today and catch a bus to Xanadú... which is 23 km sw of madrid city center, to go to the only apple store in the province of madrid to get my computer fixed. which means no gym today :(

elena leaves for barcelona for 2 weeks today also :'( going to miss her terribly.

and i have a violent cough (maybe it'll give me a 6-pack?) that is emitted from the deepest crevices of my lungs' alveoli...and i sneeze (actually quite fun) a lot and my head sinuses feel heavy, and my face feels stuffy. SO i went to an herbolario (spain totally beleives in naturopathic medicine which i love because being persian, and then goign to college in eugene...i also believe in the power of natural medicine and not just going to the pharmacy the instant any ailment shows itself) and got some natural medicine that tastes REALLY good, actually. and am taking that and will hopefully stop coughing very soon. because it disrupts my sleep at night (and im sure my room mates').

and i went to a fruteria and bought nice fresh parseley and cilantro and green onions and will be making sabzi polo mahi va kuku on wednesday!

lately, ive noticed ive been chronicling my days. Maybe it´s not the most interesting thing for blog posts, but i guess this is because i feel like so much is happening and i dont want to forget it ever...so i just write about it here.

HAPPY SPRING AND HAPPY PERSIAN NEW YEAR!
X

Sunday, March 20, 2011

SPRING WEEKEND

my glorious weekend:
so friday after the doctor, i went home and ate the sweets etc. then I met up with carolina in retiro,
cute tights!




and we sat by the water and talked and talked and talked and also decided we were going to make tacos for dinner, and go picnic-boating in retiro on sunday. then she had to go teach a lesson to some students. I met up with Elena,
not far from retiro, in the salamanca district 
prettier in real life.i
a church. but i pretended it was the Hagia Sophia
and we talked and talked and talked:
shayan: you know what word i HATE in spain-spanish??
elena: what?
shayan: doscientos cincuenta y cinco (pronounced: dos thientos thincuenta y thinco...just TRY and say that many "th's" right after an "s"...)
elena: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! you know what work i hate in danish?
shayan: what?
elena: fuevekerie...it means fireworks...do you know how impossible it is to say when youre drunk?
shayan: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
elena: you know what words i hate in english?
shayan: what?
elena: words that sound the same...
shayan: like what?
elena: you know...like shrink...and syringe...
shayan: hahahah shrink and syringe do NOT sound the same!!
elena: YES THEY DO!
shayan: hahahahahaha! you know what words i hate in the latin american accent?
elena: what?
shayan: ferreteria. ferrocarril. guardabarrera...ETC
(the spanish rolled r really gets me, because its way longer than the farsi rolled r and i can do both, i'm just not accustomed to rolling my rs for as long as the spanish do in a word. ALSO, they have 2 different types of r's which are really hard when combined in one word. the rr is the long spanish roll. and the r is more like the farsi rolled r which almost actually sounds like a D... )
elena: you dont hate those words in spain?
shayan: yes i do, but i hate doscientos cincuenta y cinco more...
shayan and elena: hahahahahahahahahaha

and layed on the grass and laughed and took pictures
plaza Colón
standing where the monument used to be
  
sillies
 my bioinic adam's apple started glowing, sorry.
success!...licking the Colón statue...i dont know why.
can you get the sun in my "a-ok"?
HOLE IN ONE!


the controversial flag was billowing
i look like a Franco lover.
haha. limp.
, and were outside, and absorbed the sun, talked about the future, traveling, family, work... [i make it sound like we're lesbians...we're not. unfortunately! ;) ]

then we walked for 5 thousand kilometers around madrid. 
pretty.
i could have done better, but i was lazy.

"puppies...



...and babies. you should worry."-Elena warning me about myself.

and ate THESE in chueca:

can you tell what week of the month it is based off my eating habits today?!


still not as good as Ladureé's

i love that the chocolate is SHINY!

then i went to the gym and sprinted on the ellipticals for like 10 minutes, because i had been wearing my workout clothes ALL DAY and was determined to make it to the gym. my least favorite receptionist was there AND the stupid machine thing to let us in didnt work AGAIN. i dont even know why they have that thing. its a identity machine...basically...that you have to press your own secret number (1 digit) and then put your right index finger on the screen and it identifies you and IN THEORY it lets you in, but seriously more than 50% of the time it doesnt work. and i just end up jumping over it anyway. they're just trying to be so high tech, but they fail, and it creates traffic jams in the entrance. just use a clip board sign in sheet if you must.

then i finally got home took a 2 second shower. started to shave my right leg but couldnt be bothered to finish, so i decided i'd just slap on some tights for the night and call it good! got ready, made guacamole, and took it to carolinas house because we were EATING TACOS!!! they were really good (and meatless, used tofu in taco seasoning)! 
taco feast
then we skyped with her dad and family because they were all in dc and it was his birthday. it made me miss paris (one bad side of traveling=you are always missing someone or somewhere that is really far from wherever you are in that moment) then we came back to my house where my room mate was celebrating her birthday, hung out for a bit, then carolina had to go home, then i fell asleep at some point.

on SATURDAY:

woke up, worked out, met up with carolina and went to retiro park for a picnic with taco left overs ON A BOAT!
we sang this the whole time:



it was very fitting.
row

row

row

your boat!

our boat-pic-nic!

we'd been waiting to long to do this!

soaking up the sun

taco!

so excited

friendsies!
carolina rowing me!

i want to go back.



ducks! represent! UO!

then we walked to chueca for some excellent gelato!

this is what we look like when we eat gelato in chueca

i got mandarin and chocolate!
really serious. carolina wont let me put up the pic of her...

being stupid. the flash ruined the lantern's glow.

we were grumpy here because there was this couple who kept on making out really loudly and then would take pictures of themselves, and we were in the background of all their pictures, and it was getting annoying.
the floor @ Ojalá is covered in sand!
id say that balloon sums up the day very well!

then on sunday, i ended up walking to the gym, working out for 2.5 hours on accident! time flew! and then walking home again. On my way home, i discovered that Egypt's gift to spain (the temple of Debod) is RIGHT by my house, and also a very adorable park. so i layed down and sunbathed for a half hour. then i walked the rest of the way home and made some fresh squeezed orange juice with THESE:
 (one benefit of living in spain is your room mates will randomely bring home gigantic crates of amazing oranges)

3 oranges made 600 ml! thats amazing! these oranges are HUGE. and delicious, and ridiculously juicy. [have i ever mentioned that i hate eating oranges, but i'd go as far as a misdemeanor to get fresh squeezed orange juice?] well, so i made an enormous thing of orange juice and took it with me into the shower and drank it while i practically cooked myself in a boiling hot shower. it was blissful. everyone should eat/drink cold things in a hot shower/bath. try it i promise iyou wont be dissapointed. i know it sounds weird. but no one will judge you cuz you'll be alone, in the shower. and no one will know youre doing it!

THEN...
I canceled my nowruz dinner because only like 2 people were going to come even though like 5 people rsvpd that they would come...learning that facebook really is not the best way for inviting people for REAL dinner parties because facebook is not real life. uh, and then i started feeling sick...so i layed in bed and wrote this post that i think is longer than Moby Dick. and i've decided to celebrate eid i'm going to
GO NEXT DOOR TO THE NEW PERSIAN RESTAURANT THAT HAS OPENED NEXT DOOR... NEXT DOOR! N.E.X.T D.O.O.R. TO MY APARTMENT BUILDING...I'M SO SCREWED!!AND THEY ARE GOING TO BECOME SO RICH OFF ME!

i had an amazing weekend. 
hope everyone else did too!
love you all SO MUCH
x