Sunday, May 23, 2010


The dialect in Cádiz is very distinct, not just because of the pronounciation, but because of the, for the lack of a better word, 'tendency' to swear.

This tendency is very well known in other regions of Spain, and by many, not considered very polite. Although it is kind of hillarious at times.

Just to give you an idea...
Instead of dude, they say jackass, penis, or vagina.
If you're mildly upset, you'll probably scream cunt.
If someone gets a good grade, you'll congratulate him by calling him a son of a bitch.

It's very typical here, and though I think it's funny, a lot of Spaniards outside of the area think the Gaditanos are rude because they speak very dirty. And it's EVERYbody. A three year old girl scream at her friends for being a gilipollas whilst her grandmother tells Zapatero to go to carajo.

A warning; it's really catchy...
If I insult you when I come back, be comforted by the fact that'll be in a language you don't understand.

Thursday, May 13, 2010


So apparently the States have recently recovered from the recession, more or less. And Spain, ha ha hoo, well, no.

The country with the highest desemployment rate in Europe?
The community with the highest desemployment rate in Spain?
The providence with the highest desemployment rate in Andalucía?

Ii guess it's a wake up call for a white kid from Connecticut.

Now, Spain will recover in it's due time of course, but in the mean time, a lot of uneducated fingers are being pointed at Zapatero (the President) because as I was so intelligently explained, "When the recession happened, Zapatero said, 'COME ON IN!'"

Though I'm no fan of the Bush administration, it's basically the same thing that happens in the States. Economy? DAMNIT, BUSH. Lost job? DAMNIT, ZAPATERO. Dog got run over by a dog? I TOLD YOU TWO TO KNOCK IT OFF!

Sunday, May 2, 2010

El Día de las Madres

So before I talk about Spanish Mother's Day, I have a rant saved up here that I gotta let out...

I am NOT, German, nor Swedish, nor British, nor Irish, nor Austrian. I am from THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, and although I may look to you as any of the NUMEROUS nationalities I have been foolishly labeled, I can assure you, that I am AMERICAN.

Thank you...

Now, Mother's Day is here is pretty exactly the same. Making breakfast in bed doesn't seem super common, but it's pretty the same economic excuse to get rid of expired chocolates and flowers.

I went to the beach today, got buried in said beach, and got sunburned on said beach. So pretty much same old same old.

A few weeks ago there was a charla with a bunch of the foreigners and politians. I got to read a poem to everyone, IN SPANISH, THAT I WROTE, and it tottttttally rocked. Like, not your regular run of the mill rocking chair rocked, but Spanish rocked, which I can assure you, is at least twelve times more rockin' than your usual rockingness.