Zel-kun’s Words

On saturday, I spent the day pulling up carpet nails and staples in the new apartment.  The floor doesn’t look too bad.  After a good polishing and and area rug, it’ll probably look pretty good.  It took all day, but a room full of nailboards, nails, and 261 staples have been pried up from the floor.

And yes, I counted them as I pulled them up.  Not sure why.

Halfway through I stabbed my hand on one of the nailboards, had to walk all the way back to Zai’s house to get some hydrogen peroxide.  It was a small cut, but these are old dirty nails, I wasn’t taking any chances.

Afterwards, as I sat in the reletive coolness of her living room exchanging a broken conversation with her father (he speaks english like I speak spanish, we both make valiant attempts at communication), Zai decided we were going to the street fair.

I had been listening to the street fair all day long, it is on the street the apartment is on.  Throughout the day I could hear a strange mix of modern and classical spanish music.  Some of the classical stuff was pretty good, made me think of the Mediterrainian.

So we went to the fair, which was overcrowded and loud.  The sun was blazing overhead and there was a strange techno-ish spanish music blaring nearby, which rattled my eardrums.  Then I saw it.  A kid walking past carrying a pineapple.  But not just any pineapple.  It was a pineapple which had been hollowed out, filled with pineapple-coconut smoothie, and the rim covered with pineapple slices and cherries.  I had to have one.

We made our way to the pineapple guy, who, as I understand, in spanish his name is one letter off from pineapple, and ordered one.  I had it and it was so bizzare to hold it in my hands, like I was in an old cartoon set in the tropics.  I say this because I seem to remember Goofy (my all-time favorite Disney character), in a deck chair with something identical to what I was holding.

It was delicious.

So much so that I finished it up and walked back and had it refilled.  Yep, for less than half the price of the original, they’ll refill the pineaple and re-adorn it with all the fruit.  I’m pretty sure that if I had the money, I could live off those things.

I picked up a chicken torta and some elote for dinner.  The elote (a corn, cheese, butter, and chili dish) was delicious as always.  The torta was made with grade F meat and not all that great, I kept having to pull small bones out of my mouth.  The bread was coated in a chili sauce and was actually pretty good, though.

So, the day ended with me being extremely sore from the work, but absolutely worth it for the pineapple thingy.

Zel-kun out.