The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Sunday, May 01, 2005
10:14 PM posted by Oscar
Oscar has a little pet. It's a snail and his/her (they are hermaphrodites) name is "spirata". He/she lives out on our balcony overlooking La Latina. Today she ate a tomato slice. It's getting very dry and hot here, so we don't know how long we'll have her/him with us... I think we'll need to get him a real pet soon.
So long since I've written and I'm too worn out to really catch up. We've had some great visits from Harry and Deepak and Gabriela and Claudia. We loved having everyone--especially since we won't be able to get back to DC this summer.
Oscar officially got diagnosed with flat feet. He is supposed to walk on his tippy toes as much as possible between now and his fourth birthday. If that doesn't help then he may need special shoes to help with all the tripping and general uncoordination. Most of our other respiratory/sinus issues have finally gotten better. The otorrinolaringologa (ear, nose and throat doctor) told us we should go to the beach, which we are doing in June when Bridget comes to visit and in July when we go to Tampa.
Madrid is so beautiful this time of year. Today was the day of the worker. Lots of communist/socialist rallies demanding better work conditions. Since it fell on a Sunday, we'll get Tuesday off. Monday is May 2nd--another celebration marking the day when Madrid rose up against Napoleon's troops.
Suddenly everyone is out in the street. The terrazas (outdoor bars/cafes) are all open again. The sunny and shady spots are taking on more significance. And all of a sudden we've lost our big city anonymity. Madrid is such a city of little towns and everywhere we go we run into people we know--professors, classmates, expats, kids and parents from Oscar's school, neighbors... just a sea of humanity out in the streets.
Oscar has become quite antisocial--a little misanthrope. I think it's the influence of school, being the smallest and youngest in his class has hardened him quite a bit. I'm hoping he will grow out of it this summer... He and I have been having some power struggles.
I'm still trying to figure out exactly what I'm going to do next year. All of my efforts to study History at Complutense are being thwarted. So I'm thinking about studying Spanish Literature, since it is more relevant to what I studied before and I may be able to use my degree to enter the program. We'll see...
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