The life and times of OMPC. Born Thanksgiving Day 2001.
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Sunday, November 07, 2004
2:24 AM posted by Oscar
  
Some photos of Oscar in a toga. He loves playing dress up these days. It's a nice laid back sunny Sunday. There's a funky marching band playing outside outside our window. The Rastro (big flea market every Sunday) is going on down the street. Christian is out practicing with a piano player. He has a gig later this week. He'll be home soon and we'll go out to lunch. This morning we had churros y chocolate at the cafe downstairs. A old Spanish guy talked to Oscar and gave him a little flashlight for his upcoming birthday. The man spoke French perfectly. He lived in France for forty years. It's funny, because I can still understand French really well, but when I try to speak it, all that comes out is Spanish. The man lived in Tours. The same town where I studied. I'm sure we'll see him around--maybe I'll practice with him.
It's amazing just how warm and sweet people can be with kids here...
Yesterday I was frankly a bit hung over from a little get-together that was meant to be a "Kerry Celebration" but, as we now know, was something else entirely. After an unbelievably long and recuperative nap, we went for a very nice walk. We walked over to Las Vistillas to watch the sun set and look for the snow on the mountains (Sierra Guadarrama), which are visible from Madrid. We walked across the viaduct to the Palacio and Almudena cathedral. The church was open, so we went inside. It's huge, but very ordinary on the outside. The inside is another story. There are beautiful and colorful decorative paintings on the ceiling and an unbelievably quantity of carvings, sculptures, castings, and other decorations. Almudena is one of (the many) patron saints of Madrid and her day is this Tuesday, so we all have school off. We watched an amazing couple dance tango in front of the palace. While we were watching, the man standing next to me told me that Oscar was so beautiful and that he has a good heart, just like Saint Frances (igual que San Francisco) and that if he complained or cried that it was for physical reasons, not because he had any badness inside of him. Very odd--and strangely relevant--given our recent trials and travails with crankiness and illness.
Then we stopped for tea at Plaza del Oriente--it was warm enough to sit outside--and had a tartaleta con revuelto de setas (wild mushrooom and scrambled eggs tart). Then we walked over to get a DVD at the Devedeteca and kept walking over to Preciados to window-shop. Again stopping for snacks at Tia Cebollita--they have the best croquetas with jamon... This is what we consider a good day.
Last week we had school off for All Souls Day. We ate huesos de santo, bunuelos--the typical pastries here for this day--and Oscar and I went out for ice cream in honor of Lolo and had grits in honor of Uncle Cooper.
So that's a little update. Oscar is getting stir crazy. He's jealous of my laptop...
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