Wednesday, February 21, 2007
This nasty looking black goo oozing out of my mouth is a Catalonian delicacy called Black Rice (Arroz Negro). Fortunately, I was only informed of how it is made after I had eaten it, as it includes an entire squid, as well as, and you probably guessed right, its ink sac, and thus ink.
So I arrived in Barcelona for a second tour, this time not confined to a Hotel room, but actually strolling through the surroundings and visiting places. And well, pardon my French, but this Catalan language has definitely some similarities with Portuguese, especially when it comes to courting women. But Barcelona has a twist, you can buy certain elements of courtship from a vending machine! Of course in Portuguese we talk about boquete, but phonetically it sounds about the same...
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Following our new Tour de France, we went to the Les Invalides where Napoleon's tomb is located. A proud Italian Napoleone di Buonaparte was a remarkable, if delusional, leader. What strikes me the most is this awfully large coffin for a midget.
The hiatus in my postings has a reason, an 18-year old reason to be more precise. For the last two weeks I had my sister around visiting me as part of her summer vacation (bear in mind it's summer in Brazil in February). So we went for a brief tour of European countries, and I find myself back in France, which is a country that I'm really fond of, despite the fame for rudeness Parisians have. The trick is to know some French, barely enough to order food is as good as you need to get them to like you. Remember, broken French is better than awesome English.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
I have been keeping this post on the queue for some time now, and I finally got some of my inspiration back. But meta-level digressions aside, I got this pearl of a news piece about how Cargo Cults still exist in some parts of the pacific. Cargo Cults are so-called religious movements that arose in some islands in the Pacific in which the participants try to obtain cargo (appropriately) by emulating the rituals of westerners who at some point stayed in these islands. These people seem to not understand or ignore the fact that goods are manufactured and that cargo arrives at places for consumption as a man-made process, rather than by divine intervention, which is one of the foundations of these cults. They prefer to believe that some set of Gods create goods and deliver them to the faithful. Quite a wacky belief.
Monday, February 05, 2007
In a pleasant Monday surprise, the BBC has reported on some kind of practical joke in Wiltshire where someone has tied underwear to road signs. The police is completely clueless as to what the perpetrator intended to accomplish with the feat, but they will get to the bottom of this!