The reign in Spain

So I'm back. Awesome trip. But like I said before I left, the hit shits the fan now, as work kicks into high gear and I'm supposed to be applying for jobs. So despite these exciting two weeks of baseball (go Indians!) I'll barely be watching, sadly.

A couple quick observations about Spain:

1. Coffee, beer, and wine are unbelievably inexpensive there.
2. Most Spaniards under the age of 35 are unbelievably attractive.
3. Apparently, when you can spend all your time enjoying good, cheap caffeine and booze and appreciating your hot friends and your hot self, you don't feel the need to read. At all. Seriously, Spain lags all the rest of Europe in rate of newspaper reading...which is made even more sad by the fact that their #1 selling newspaper is devoted entirely to fútbol. (For those of you who don't understand Spanish, "fútbol" means "football". For those of you who don't understand British, "football" means "soccer". Europe's pretty fucked up.) So needless to say I couldn't find box scores anywhere. Had to keep telling Amy we needed to go to cybercafes on a regular basis "so I can check email...you know, in case something happened to my cats".
4. Speaking of Europe being fucked up, the only baseball caps I saw were Yankees hats. They were everywhere. I kept wanting to yell "Yankees suck!" to the poor unsuspecting Spaniards and Germans...but I was worried that might confuse them because they would assume I was talking about myself.
   

Okay, that's all for now. Back to work.