The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Thursday, November 25, 2004
6:05 PM posted by Oscar
Just to give a sense of how far away we are, I completely forgot that today was Thanksgiving. A Korean girl in my class asked me if we were going to celebrate our "fiesta nacional" and that's when I remembered.
Which is not to say that we haven't had a good day. I went to school in the morning, as did Oscar. Today was the "mercado de otoño" (fall market) and he came back with a bag full of nuts and fruit. According to Oscar, he ate figs (higos), bellotas (some kind of acorn), chestnuts (castañas), hazelnuts (avellanas) and mandarine oranges (mandarinas). For the first time, I took him back to school in the afternoon, so that he could go to the "castañeda"--some kind of chestnut related party. I'm not exactly sure what they did... but when I went to pick him up, he came out wearing a little crown with a chestnut drawing on it.
We went to celebrate whatever it was all about by going to Delic for juice and tea. The waitress gave Oscar some colored pencils and we hung out for a while drawing and listening to Cuban music and inhaling second hand smoke. Then we walked around Plaza de la Paja and the little enclosed garden next door, kicking piles of leaves. The leaves are just starting to fall here in Madrid. Out where my school is in Moncloa it's colder. They started a couple of weeks ago. Not as colorful as DC, just yellow and brown--but equally nostalgia inducing. In the garden there are little strawberry plants, a "madroño" (strawberry tree--a symbol of Madrid), a pomegranate tree, almond trees...
The fall weather here is really different. It gets almost down to freezing at night and then warm and sunny and up into the sixties during the day.
Last night Christian and I went to see Lost in La Mancha, a documentary about the making of a Terry Gilliam film based on Don Quixote. The film was beset by one problem after another and never ended up getting made. The same happened to Orson Welles when he tried to make Don Quixote, so they say there is a curse. There's an incredible scene where a storm comes and there is a flash flood that carries all of the film equipment away. And then the star of the film, who has to sit on a horse all day, comes down with a sudden prostate infection when he is getting on the plane to come to Spain to film the movie...
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