There's a little phrase in France that I think is quite appropriate for me to use right now and that is...à tout à l’heure! I plan to catch up on my blog à tout à l’heure, in other words, right away. I learned from the Orange (phone company) installation man and the water heater repair man, right away doesn't necessarily mean right away. À tout à l'heure can vary from a few minutes to an hour more or less, leaning more towards the more side of an hour and maybe even more than more. In other words, don't hold your breath and drop everything you're doing. Just wait a bit. So, I will write again and you can catch up with the Pagapops - à tout à l’heure.
Have you ever felt as if your head were going to both implode and explode as your body quickly disintegrated into a million pieces? That is the closest description I can give to explain how I felt during today’s mascleta at Ayuntamiento Plaza. It was an experience I will never forget and one I will never experience again. Once is enough – for the sake of my sanity and my hearing. I still feel like my head and insides are a jumbled mess. Is it possible to physically dislocate the inside of your body? Our journey to mascleta at City Hall began on Monday when John mentioned that there was a possibility that we could experience the mascleta up close and personal. One of John’s colleagues (Pepe) at the university has a connection at City Hall and was applying for tickets for us. The applications were approved and today, after we (“the distinguished professor from Illinois and his family” – apparently, these our application titles) met up with Pepe, Jordi (John’s host at the universi...
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