Sociology

Hi again,

I have to admit that writing this blog is quite fun. I wouldn't have thought so as generally I am a very lazy writer. It probably has to do with it being public and that in the deepest of my soul I am little exhibitionist, only referring to showing my thoughts to the world of course :-)

Today Isma and me spend the day at the "pantano de San Juan" (a water reservoir at 60 km from Madrid). Besides from wanting to mention that I am tanned, at least I've lost my death-white colour, I am telling this as a kind of sociology case. When we arrived, it was still very early, at least for Spanish standard, and not many people have arrived yet. Nevertheless already the typical Spanish families had marked their territory below the trees in the shade with a table, chairs and a cooling box filled with "tortilla and bocadillos". All of this of course as close as possible to the parked car, if necessary the car is maneuvered as close to the lake to make it possible to jump from the hood into the water. Anyhow, me being a good German, I wanted of course find the best and most hidden beach possible. Isma being Spanish, preferred to stay close to the "chirrinquito". Guess who won! With my charme and of course nagging as much as possible, the choices were limited and we went in the search of the virgin beach. It took us maybe 10 minutes, but finally we've found it. Unfortunately it wasn't that virgin anymore but already violated with beer cans and other left rubbish, but after all we were alone. At least for an hour or so, after some time of quietness, only listening to the sweat sound of nature (birds and crickets) the Ucranian invasion arrived. It seams that they are like the Germans and don't mind a bit of a walk in search of tranquility. The only problem is, a big bunch of them children included are not the quiet company we were looking for. Never mind, living in Madrid, one just gets used of being always with people. It is practically impossible to find a place were you could be alone, day or night.
Well, as sleeping now wasn't possible anymore, we did what has to be done during an excursion into the nature, we went to a restaurant and had paella and a bottle of wine. I can tell you, with the stomach full and the wine going directly up to the head, you can sleep everywhere.

Tomorrow I will tell you about our girls weekend at the beach, with (photoshopped) pictures as promised.

Hasta luego!