My week as a couch potato
José will be away all week, teaching some course on something that sounds very complicated but I suspect is a summer camp for grad students and university professors.
He´ll clamber over hills to his heart´s content, and be able to talk geomorphology until his hat drops.
Myself, I´ll be able to catch up with all the movies I want.
We´re not all that well matched when it comes to movies. I am an out-and-out fanatic, and love movies, love to watch them many times, and to quote from them. I love rom-coms, the odd blockbuster, and American Indie. But most of all I love classic Hollywood movies.
José is more of a man for "ethnic with a heart". You know, little iranian girl has to sell roses on the street to pay for her blind brother´s operation.
That´s at movie theaters. At home he´s very happy to tune in to whatever schlock is on TV, whether it´s Lethal Weapon VI , or some obscure game show he´s never even seen before. So it doesn´t make sense to rent out stuff, because it goes back unwatched.
So when he goes away I´m free to rent out early Hitchcock, Bette Davis vehicles, and all the Frank Capra I can take. Luckily there´s an excellent video store five minutes walk away. And even more luckily, a fantastically good french patisserie has opened right beside it.
They do all sorts of breads, but mostly I´m in love with their buttery pastries. They make the best croissant in Madrid, and anyone who doesn´t agree can name their seconds and prepare to meet me at dawn.
I´ll miss José terribly, of course, but for now I can look forward to evenings spent in the company of Cary Grant, Audrey Hepburn, Jack Lemmon, Jimmy Stewart, Grace Kelly and Humphrey Bogart, while I sip iced tea with sprigs of mint, and nibble on the oh-so-amazing quiches.
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