nightshift

I am sitting at my heating desk, it is almost midnight and I'm typing the hell out of my notebook... it's a nightshift again! I almost forgot how this is. it's dark outside, you can be sure that nobody will call you, your head actually is producing something useful, you are tired but you feel that you have to write this last thing down, and another, and another. feels good.

In 10 minutes december starts. and fuck, my flute is in Austria. In 5 minutes Andrea-day is officially over AND there's going to be a anti-botellón-law here in Sevilla which forbids to drink in the streets. hm. what are we going to do? are we going to start pre-glowing sessions or "Vorspiel"-meetings (that's how they call it in..hm..Sweden, Norway.. can't remember) here in the south? who knows...

martina in sevilla

kind of a blogger meeting in sevilla.. martina is here for a week.. actually she is going to london tomorrow night.. SO we have one more evening.. which we are going to spend with Specht Pampelmuse.. on the pics you see martina at the BIACS, her hands in café central, her melting chocolate with my heater, Pacoo, us two visiting a church with helmets, the teahouse in the turkish bath in sevilla, martina drinking the so named flower of Andalucía... and some girrrrrls. so, more pics on my flickr!

ADIÓS!

Luis in Spain

Here we go. Luis is here. A week with the party clown is almost over and my mission is completed: Luis saw ONE sight of Sevilla but he doesn't remember its name anyways. Instead he discovered his love for Cruzcampo. record: 4 liters during daytime. Means that we didn't go out one single night because Mr. Holiday was drunk at 10 every night...

The free weekend we went to Tarifa which still is the cool little surfer town I know from last year. Luis dared to swim a while in the very icy atlantic ocean, time still stands still at SurfKebab and the stairs of Hostal Africa are way too high. 

I'm going traveling again

LINZ! Linz, linz, linz ... the old industrial city with its small town feeling despite its size.
Yesterday I noticed again how big Linz is, as I got stuck in the traffic jam on the highway behind the train station. Linz with its small high street and little town square is a bit like an iceberg - a small white tip, but a huge frosty chunk underneath.

chicks on speed

13-14.11.2006: Isla Cristina number 5

Andi and me had 2 days off from work, so we decided to drive all the way down south to Isla Cristina! with out rented Fiat Punto.. yeah! Quick stop in Niebla to see the Castillo and to have some Tapas. #5. and then Isla by car.. yipee.. We couldn't beat the "prolo" car.. if someone is interested in buying it, let me know! and some more pictures with sun, sun, sun and EL MAR!

coffee anyone??

so, one week of my waitress career is over. The first two days I thought I am a complete loser because I had no fucking idea where and when and how everything works but now I know that I am not.

Now I know that my consumption of aproximately 127 vodka gimlets and a few Long Island Ice Teas over the last year was worth it and made me a better barman than any Spanish guy can ever be. This may seem arrogant but unfortunately it's like that... or would you put mint into a Caipirinha?

I still have a hard time carrying a whole bunch of glasses at a time and avoiding to adopt the accent of our italian cook although it is quite seductive but.... and it feels good to say that after having a very bad crisis last week... it will be fiiiiine!!!!

white trash

This is my favourite piece of clothing since Monday. I am a waitress now! unbelieveable. Fräulein Mag. Waitress! Working in a restaurant in Spain without ever having worked in the service sector feels weird. ...(..) but at least we have some common sense which we can use in those situations when you neither have experience, nor the posibility to comunicate what you want. And since we are not McGywer ,who would rescue himself with a toothpick and a melting ice cube, we need to follow our instinct. Thats why Andi enjoys her working time next to Mr. handsome waiter Antonio and thats why I am staring 7 hours a day into the kitchen to watch out italian chef preparing food. No, there is no "saliva dropping" included! I should have done a cook apprenticeship.. Damn it! too late.. or? hm.. probably.. probably not..

So the job till now is quite "tranquilo". The restaurant opened on Monday, that's why we haven't had SOOOO many customers at lunchtime the last 4 days.. Still I am enjoying being occupied for some hours during the daytime and probably I plan an evil take over and put the hungarian cook trainee in a white shirt and myself under a cooking cap.

wenn ich nur aufhören könnte...

ein waaaaahnsinn! die Russen und der Wodka! und selbstgebranntes hardcore Samagon-Teil.. das gibt es doch gar nicht!! Bremsflüssigkeit? Feuerzeugbenzin? AfterShave? Ja mein lieber Scholli.. irgendwann muss man doch aufhören können.. Das kann ich mir dann doch echt nicht vorstellen.. das geht zu weit.. und jetzt sterben die da alle, die vergiftet sind.. pffu. 1996 sind schon 35.000 an so ner Vergiftung gestorben. Da kann ich mich doch gleich an das Gespräch mit Andi erinnern, dass wir diese Woche mal hatten. Da haben wir uns vorgestellt wie scheisse es dich wäre wenn wir nach Russland ausgewandert wäre.. hier nochmal ein kleiner input für dich andi... die geschichte von stinkenden männern und 1,5 l vodka pro tag.. wäh.

via orf.at

regained power and solved delays

ohh.. first day with snow in Austria.. read today that there was a huuuge car crash in Linz.. ohoh - change your tires, mates!

What else can I tell you.. I finally received the so long expected email from my profesor! I can start my search for a bookbinding shop in Sevilla...

On Tuesday we were out with the Salteras guys and Björn, the friend of Pedro through whom we got to know Pedro and he is the one who knows Pepé and Augusto and now we know that Björn also knows a friend of Martina.. HUH? istn't it somehow like that!? I think so.. whatever. Björn left the crowd at about.. 4 (?) to get 3 hours of sleep before Pedro should pick him up at 8 to go to Jerez airport. BUT.. read cabjörns story here..

I think Andi finally solved her burocracy problem and gets her "For christ sake live here" documentary soon.. I HOPE SO!! so we are back on our feet again.. ready to strike back against destiny which was indeed fucking us for a long time now!