50th

This is my 50th post for those who count. Or better said, those who are counting, because if you can read this, I assume you can count.

I kicked this site off somewhere around the 3rd of December if the records are correct. So that makes it just a shade under four months. Perhaps on April 3rd we shall host a party here, to wish the site a happy fourth month. If you think of it, and are into that kind of thing, drop a comment in the comment box that day. Let's make it special.

Okay, enough of being stupid. By the way, stupid in spanish is stronger than stupid in english. So think twice before you call a Spanish person stupid. As I am writing this in english though, and using english definitions for words, I don't feel it is too strong to use in this context.

I also haven't touch my novel since my last post which coincidentally was the same day I started my novel. I have however opened the file and left it on my desktop to inspire myself to do some work.
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On another note, I had coffee today with a Romanian and a Bulgarian, who occasionally show up at church every few weeks. It was a very intriguing experience. They invited themselves for coffee with me, only of course if I had enough money... And did it with such tack that I quite happily invited them along, without feeling the least bit obliged.

Emilio has good spanish, speaks 8 languages (not sure how well), just spent several years (unjustly) in jail, hasn't talked to his family for at least that amount of time, and doesn't have any work besides teaching one class a week to American Jehovah's Witnesses who are keen to learn Romanian. Angel, the Romanian, doesn't have good Spanish, so he didn't talk as much. (He also had had several beers before the 12 oclock hour this morning.) If you did notice, yes, the Bulgurian named Emilio is the one teaching the Romanian.

They are two guys who are just a couple of the thousands of Eastern Europeans who have left country and family because they have no money and even less hope there. Spain hasn't offered them much, not even work for most of them, but somehow it is still better here than there.

Talking with people like them keep my life interesting, but even moreso, in perspective.

I am blessed.