This morning I drove Marga halfway to Mondragon where her father met us to take her to Mondragon and later today, she will go with her parents down to Higuera de la Serena in Extremadura. I will go down to visit for a weekend in 10 days.
Like everything, my job has its pros and cons. The pros are numerous. I’ve never met anyone who can work from anywhere in the world like I can. The big con is vacation time. Europeans that start with five weeks of annual vacation find it impossible to understand how Americans can survive with only a fortnight. So Marga clearly has to spend her vacation time without me. She has already spent a week at home from work this year. And on top of that, in Spain, everyone gets two extra weeks of vacation when they get married, so me spending my entire year’s vacation on the honeymoon doesn’t use any of Marga’s. So she’s spending two weeks in Extremadura and I’m here all alone. It sucks, but I would never change my job for a Spanish one.
Before she left, she bought a pair of sunglasses. For the past four years, she’s been saying, “I should buy a new pair of sunglasses this summer.” The ones she has that she bought 9 years ago are just getting a little old. I finally had to drag her kicking and screaming to the local optician to try on some shades. She ended up with some huge, but stylish, Prada glasses that look really good on her. I didn’t manage to get a picture of her in them yet, but I will.
Since the cool shades are large and curved these days, the box they came in looks like it could hold a pair of child’s shoes.
And it’s a good thing she bought some shades, ’cause…
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit frightened to be here all alone when I know that that thing could ring the doorbell at any moment.