sevici

let me introduce you to sevici! - the bike borrowing project that sevilla has going. i thought this would be the answer to my 45 minute walk to class. i could leave a little later, sweat a little less... that, unfortunately, isn't the case. but it does mix up the day a little bit! 

how it works: see that gray station? you swipe your long term pass there, or enter your short term number, then a pin number, and you choose a bike and you're off! to get a pass for a week, i paid 5 euros (and a 150 euro deposit...in case i decide to never return the bike i use. let's hope i get that money back come next monday...) i had some trouble the first few times trying to subscribe. but i eventually figured it out. the thing about using bikes that everyone else and their mother uses is that they're a little worn down. i'm not complaining, i've always gotten where i needed to be without leaving bike parts behind me - but it is a little frustrating when the seat keeps wiggling down as you peddle, or the seat is at its lowest position and has no clamp to keep it a little higher. i felt a little gangster, not gonna lie, sevici-ing for the first time, with my arms reaching up for the handle bars and my knees coming up a little higher than they should.  

also, there are spots where the bike than just disappears, so at one point, i was on the road, getting honked at, and yelled at "watch out!" and no, i'm not translating that into english. a guy literally said "watch out." i guess the word "american" is permanently plastered on my forehead. 

since that traumatizing experience. i've had some successes. changed my route a little. got the return system down. actually, i've been sevici-ing like a boss. ("como una jefe," if you will) ...however, i may opt for a metro card soon.

in other news: i have a 'midterm' tomorrow, as well as my first composition due tomorrow. one page: my new life in spain. good times. it's also good to know my procrastination skills don't waver, no matter which side of the atlantic i'm on.
my señora made hot dogs (salchichas) for dinner. she gave me 3 and a huge toaster roll...i'm not sure who she thinks i am, but i am certainly not mark sanchez and 2 hot dogs is even more than enough. i guess the salad helped, but i'm certainly on some sal-overload.

i might as well look as alien as possible because it reinforces a point i am making. my whole thing is that i approach everything as an absolute outsider. it's the only way i can break so many rules. [...] who makes the rules anyhow? - klaus nomi