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Saturday, October 29, 2011
Lasarte-Michelin
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
Put Down Your Ham/Arms
So the big news this week was that the militant separatist group ETA declared the end of its armed conflict-they have done so before but it seems more serious this time, largely because Kofi Annan was there, and also Jimmy Carter sent a note, though the real influence broker was probably Gerry Adams. There's a good overview in the Times. ETA has definitely become less organized and less powerful over the last decade, but you can see from dispatches like this why they still hold power over people's fears. It's definitely the beret-sheet combo.
And moving on to the more mundane...we were in the grocery store yesterday and I saw these:

Yes that's right. Ham-flavored Lays! You will be pleased to learn that they also have a Gourmet version that is Jamón Ibérico-flavored. Ibérico ham is from a breed of pig that is finished on acorns and is very expensive, erg
o the 'gourmet' designation. I checked the ingredients and both formulations owe a serious debt to monosodium glutamate. In fact, neither seem to have actual ham, so fear not, these fabulous products appear to be Pareve. Stranger things have happened. Even if not, this counters my preconception that the U.S. is the sole producer of completely gratuitous snack foods.
In spite of an encounter with an adenovirus that tried to drown me, I did get a couple good walks in this weekend to visit my buds Robert the donkey and Biff the dalmatian* (*not actually their names). Also the Emo Cows were ba
ck at Santa Barbara. It is not unusual to graze animals on
even steeper pastures than this. We were talking about soil contamination in class last week, but erosion didn't merit any real discussion, leading me to believe that the laws of physics are different in the Basque Country, perhaps. Or maybe it's my ever-present linguistic issues. In addition to the Cult of the Artist Formerly Known as Prince, Elvis Costello is also prominently featured in lots of local graffiti. I have no real sociological insight as to why he
is popular enough to show up at least 3 times within 1 block of our apartment, but I am starting to feel like he is an old friend.
And moving on to the more mundane...we were in the grocery store yesterday and I saw these:

Yes that's right. Ham-flavored Lays! You will be pleased to learn that they also have a Gourmet version that is Jamón Ibérico-flavored. Ibérico ham is from a breed of pig that is finished on acorns and is very expensive, erg
In spite of an encounter with an adenovirus that tried to drown me, I did get a couple good walks in this weekend to visit my buds Robert the donkey and Biff the dalmatian* (*not actually their names). Also the Emo Cows were ba
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Sisyphus and the Almonds

There was a chapel clinging to the side of the mountain, and the fields were studded with fall-blooming crocus. We took a couple wrong turns and were somewhat concerned about marauding zombie boars, but in the end we made it back alrigh
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Sheep Be Rollin', Dogs be Hatin'
Thursday, October 6, 2011
No eres en el mundo anglosajón
To be sure, being in the Basque Country is not overwhelmingly foreign-I'm not upside-down on Mars, or China, for that matter, it's still the West. But there are some cultural differences that throw me for loops-the biggest being the bureaucracy. Today I went on a Bill and Ted-style adventure up and down regal marble staircases in a stately municipal building overlooking the Concha. It was no doubt all the more adventurous because I was slaying the functionaries with my stunning mastery of 'vosotros' verbs (for the uninitiated, 'vosotros'=y'all, and they don't use it in Latin America, so I ignored those verb forms in school, believing that I would never in my life (ha ha!) have the occasion to speak Castilian Spanish). What was I trying to do on my arduous journey? Get a permit to build beach houses in an ecological preserve hosting an array of exotic endangered species? Why no, actually. I was...going to collect a document that proves that I went to high school. Truly. When you are a foreigner here, it is very important to show that you actually did what you say you did on your c.v. I shan't detail what it takes to get the government to verify your education, but I will refer you to a video provided to me by the good and noble Dr. F-please note that Depends may be required:
Other differences:
Different norms about nudity-on break I'll be innocently browsing the newsstands only to be confronted by a half-naked lady. They don't cover skin mags in brown paper here, or restrict their sale in any way-it's just all out there in the public view-there are somewhat different ideas about what you should protect children from, for sure. Also women sometimes sunbathe topless on the beach. Initially a little uncomfortable, but since nobody else cares, you get over it.
Everything is later-eating, sleeping, showing up for appointments. I attribute this in part to the fact that we are situated as far west as possible in our time zone, so the sun doesn't rise until after 8 a.m. But people also will wait until like 10 p.m. to eat supper on weekends, which of course forces me to gnaw off their arms.
People are more kissy-when you introduce yourself or greet someone, you do this sort of kissing both cheeks thing where you aren't supposed to actually kiss them, but you sort of brush cheeks. This rule does not apply in church, where people give (bone-crushingly, mule-wrasslingly) firm handshakes.
Until the next post, send me your inspirations about how to break the bureaucracy, Asterix-style..
Other differences:
Different norms about nudity-on break I'll be innocently browsing the newsstands only to be confronted by a half-naked lady. They don't cover skin mags in brown paper here, or restrict their sale in any way-it's just all out there in the public view-there are somewhat different ideas about what you should protect children from, for sure. Also women sometimes sunbathe topless on the beach. Initially a little uncomfortable, but since nobody else cares, you get over it.
Everything is later-eating, sleeping, showing up for appointments. I attribute this in part to the fact that we are situated as far west as possible in our time zone, so the sun doesn't rise until after 8 a.m. But people also will wait until like 10 p.m. to eat supper on weekends, which of course forces me to gnaw off their arms.
People are more kissy-when you introduce yourself or greet someone, you do this sort of kissing both cheeks thing where you aren't supposed to actually kiss them, but you sort of brush cheeks. This rule does not apply in church, where people give (bone-crushingly, mule-wrasslingly) firm handshakes.
Until the next post, send me your inspirations about how to break the bureaucracy, Asterix-style..
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Azpeitia Oinez
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