Abla Espainol?

I have no idea how to speak Spanish. That said, I am heading off to Spain for a 10 day holiday to the Costa De la Luz. On the southern end of Spain, and on the Atlantic coast, I have been promised that I will see beaches, wind surfing, and a bull fight.

Also, I hear the men are hot.

I am so looking forward to some time just spent having fun. I've got a little hotel booked in a small seaside town known for its beaches. And I'm renting a car later in the week to visit Granada, St. Maria, Cadiz, Gibraltar and a quick hop to Morocco. How cool!

The main point of this holiday is to get a tan, flirt with hot Spanish boys, and hang out with the locals.

According to some friends from Spain, they have assured me that I am staying in a very Spanish place, no Englais there!! They seemed worried at first thinking that I would be uncomfortable in a place where I was surrounded by people that didn't speak the same language. I told them that I simply didn't want to pay for a vacation to a place that reminded me of the pub next door. I was out for adventure.

It was then that my friend suggested a bull fight. She is going to book a ticket for me. Ahhhhh! I'm so excited!

So, there is much work to be done in the next week in a half before I leave.

Then the adventure will begin and I will definitely take notes since I know my two or so readers are seething with anticipation of what will happen on a beach, with a bull, and a wave, far away.....

Vote

The primaries hit Montana this past Tuesday. It was the most exciting vote in years for our little state. Obama v Clinton in the running for the Democratic nomination. My state pulled it in for Obama.

It's great how even living in Scotland I still get to vote. I'm only here on a temporary basis and am still a U.S. citizen, so I was sent a ballot which I returned in time for the count.

So according to my personal ldbug rules, I voted, I get to talk about the politics. Of course, I don't think I will at this point. It's a Friday afternoon, I have a sore throat and a fever and a lot of work left to finish up here at the lab.

Instead I think I'll just bask for a little while longer in the fact that my state was mentioned in newspapers and reports around the world. I can't tell you how cool it is to see your state on the front page of a paper in Scotland, well, just the name under large heading of Obama and Clinton.

Still, it was there.

I mean, we have less than a million people in a state nearly the size of Britain. There are more cows than people there. And yet we mattered.