Today I stopped for a moment to assess where I'm at right now...between 3-day spanish rock festivals, catching up on battlestar galactica, the choreography for the dance show i'm in a few weeks from now, and trip to barcelona next weekend, the guy i've had a couple dates with who's currently on hold...I realized it had been a while since I'd taken stock.

And the answer that came to me? Estoy en movimiento
I'm in motion. right now I'm surfing this wave of things that are happening - and I dont' really know where that puts me but I think not knowing is OK for the moment, right?

I also realized, a second after this thought, that I have sheep for neighbors.

About 3 blocks away from my building the town of Villanueva de la Cañada effectively ends, there's a two-lane highway, and then.... GREEN. All the way into the distance, where you can see the sun setting over the mountains. And right over the highway is the pasture of my baa-ing, bell-dangling neighbors. If I was looking for something different in moving here - to Spain and then to the smaller town - I've found it, no doubt. And I'm really enjoying that.


As for other things that are going on - the rock festival, ViñaRock, was a lot of fun. I'd never been to a multiple-day festival, not even in the U.S., the kind where you camp out and all that. So I bought myself a sleeping back and spent 3 days at concerts until 4 in the morning, waking up at noon, and drinking, smoking and eating until going off to the concerts again in the evening. It was funny to spend several days listening to bands that I barel knew - I mean, I knew the choruses to a handful of songs that always get played in bars and discotecas and whatnot. But I had fun dancing and listening anyway. Funny thing about spanish rock though - it has a very distinctive, fairly strict formula:
verse-
chorus-
verse
-chorus-
short guitar solo-
chorus
chorus.

It's a standard rock formula. And unless this guitarrist is exceptional or the lead singer distinctive (there were several of these, like Rosendo and Marea and La Fuga, and they were pretty good) it's gets a little monotonous, especially after DAYS of the same. Lucily there were some great jam bands to dance to, like canteca de Macao and Muchachito bombo infierno or Huecco. Anyway, I came home dirty as hell, dry as a desert and tan (the weather was hot and sunny). As my roommate woud say, triunfada.

At the moment I can't think of anything else to report. I'm trying to be more on top of this thing lately...when I have pictures, I'll post 'em.