To best be a host for my friend Ryan, who arrived yesterday, I have decided to put my research on hold for the weekend (which began Wednesday morning when I picked Ryan up [on foot] from the train station).
Having thus decided, I went yesterday to the magnificent fireworks display à Grammont which was indeed as magnificent as my aforementioned adjective intended. It was the most righteous display of exploding colors and loud sounds to which I have ever borne witness. It beat out 4th of July, by about 10 days.
In other news, I consumed far too much of the poisonous brew known as ginger rum last night at some small Jazz club downtown. This resulted in a late start this morning, but the day was not totally lost. We rode down to the beach and ate sausage sandwiches after playing in the waves. Before arriving back at the house, we stopped by the Spanish festival being held in honor of the recent World Cup victory. It was okay, the sangria could have been better. Now, these past few days are being etched forever (probably true, eerily) onto the cyber-walls of the Book of Faces. Enjoy.
No comments:
Post a Comment