Cantes al aire

Just came back home from the flamenco "society" "Cantes del Aire" en Triana.. Wow.. It was again amazing to see the dancing.. The attitude of the woman.. her eyes.. hui die gams! And the second dancer was a 14 year old boy.. in an light brown 70-style suit with long long hair and a silk scarf.. and he was great! And this wasn't just my opinion, because I also found his older brothers with the same long hair and the gold chains "as cool" as him without seeing them dancing.. But the old señores of the flamenco club were quite impressed aswell! And the bonus was Mr. white suit.. (no that one on the picture, but aswell quite hot-blooded.. ) dios! his hair-band flew across the room while he was spinning and tapping and clapping... Tried to catch it though.. but an 78 year old señora was faster... So this was my evening program! Kind of distantly shared it with two austrian guys who were there aswell.. with an USI - shirt! I didn´t talk any german... but I DID balance the alternatives.. geeky USI- guy in Austria... and hartbeat raising Raúl in Sevilla.. hm.. EASY!

lip problem

My lip is getting bigger and bigger! I woke up today and found myself in the bathroom looking at a constantly growing lip! just on the upper right side.. I dunno what it is... probably a huuuuuuuuuge spot!! NO!! I'll keep you up to date!

status confirmation

guess in what status andrea is in at the moment.... I give you some hints! These are songs of her playlist at the moment:

1. Prototype, Andre 3000:

If we happen to partLord knows I don't want that

But hey, we can't be mad at God

We met today for a reason

I think I'm on the right track now

....

I hope that you're the one

If not, you are the prototype

We'll tiptoe to the sun

And do thangs I know you like

2. If I Ain't Got You Baby, Alicia Keys:

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you baby

If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, you, you

3. La gata bajo la lluvia (The cat in the rain)

amor! lo se! no digas nada de verdad.

si ves alguna lagrima perdon.

ya se que no has querido hacer llorar un gato herido

(Love! I know! Please don't say anything.

If you see a tear, forgive me.

I know now that you didn't want to make a hurt cat cry)

that "cat" thing is weird... should've put "pussy" instead.. muhhahaha..

chicos special

And to sum it all up in another picture: the guys this weekend. Or rather our friends in Isla Cristina. There is no party without them!

#1,2: Pedro the plumber 2005 - 2007

#3,4: Miguel our beloved waiter 2006 - 2007

#5,6: Andi: Mr. Isla forever 2005 - 2007

#7,8: Juanjo: our latino 2006-2007

and THE BEACH!

I LOVE THAT PLACE.. when anyone is searching me in august in any year during the rest of my life, you know where you find me! VIVA ISLA, VIVAN LAS NOCHES, VIVAN LOS LIGUES!

jackson special

this weekend was what I call CARNAVAAAAAAl, olé. Carneval en Isla Cristina is the best. I decided to put myself into a black and white Michael Jackson outfit and I brought my youth alias Simone to the best party of the year... A B C...dadadadaaa, can't you see...dadadadadaaaaa. Mozart also was there with his friend Blue Feather.

Still there are many stories to tell, but right now I'm still suffering from rum.illness. Simo, it's your turn.

zebra special

This blog entry is dedicated to Teresa, the best zebra of the world! I somehow wondered how a person can sleep 33 hours a day but still rock every party. If anyone can, it's her, the zebra.
#1: the zebra with my favourite transvestite. all black and white.
#2: the zebra with a sevillian mexican superhero.
#3: the zebra with superhero and pirate andi
#3: the zebra with me, good old Jackson.

once in February

there were a pirate, a zebra, Michael Jackson and his youth spending 3 days together in wonderfuuuuuul Islaaaaaaa Cristinaaaaaa.

Tomorrow I'll try to sum up the highlights of this weekend. Now I am in an ugly tired-sick-paralyzed mode. for now I'll just leave it with a few names just to remember tomorrow: Achmed, Heidi, Mozart, Superhero, auuuuuu.

@Teresa and Andi: Hope you are fine and the flight was ok... already miss u guys!

@Andi: YOU FORGOT YOUR FU***** BANANA IN THE CAR!!!

@the world: I'm not going to Madrid. Isla needs me!!!!

So, I'm in Austrlia

Yep, in case you haven't noticed, I'm in Australia at the moment, working on my tan and trying to avoid sharks, jelly fish and bluebottles. Just to let everybody know that I had a fight with a horrible spider, here in the land down under and I won. There is video footage of my very brave encounter with the gastly beast, which will be up soon hopefully.

dunno!

Hello-di-ho! Here I am! Just ready to give a little resume over the last week, which could be expressed by one sentence: I DON'T KNOW! and one picture:

So probably some of you might have noticed that I had to make a decision. Quite a big one. A week ago on monday I flew to Valencia for a job interview at SanLucar. The fruit company you might know. They offered me a job in the strawberry department (sounds like the group-system of a kindergarten, i know) including logistic and administrative tasks, So the big question from last Tuesday afternoon till today was: should I go to Valencia or not. And the answer is: I don't go. So this was my crisis the last days. Normally making decisions for me is quite easy. Mostly I don't think so much and I would never ever write a pros and cons list! But this time was hard. So my plan is to stay here till the end of april. My german classes are going well, I've got a new student. Rafa, 24, with an IQ of 4589t which makes me the nervous person during classes. In constant fear of any question which will plop out of his mind. So that's Monday till Tuesday, 2 hours a day and my other german class starts again next week. This money I spend on Flamenco classes twice a week where I started to learn Bulerias and Sevillanas. Yeah, the Sevillanas dancing without passion. Yep, that's me! And today I found myself in Bocadillo heaven whith my flatmate and his friend making 80 with Chorizo and Salchichon.. hui.

es gibt tage, da fühl ich mich so alt wie Juppi Heesters

THERE ARE MANY YEARS TO COME UNTIL OUR BOYZ SCHNERDI AND SCHORSCHI APPEAR AS MATURELY AND WISELY AS GOOD OLD JUPPI, BUT TODAY THEY ARE ONE STEP CLOSER!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHAY MIS CORAZONES!!!!

hier die passende after- geburtstags - sausen platte vom MCWinkel & Büro am Strand

thinking

I think I think too much. Do I? Andi would now say: yes! I think she would...

It's 2 o'clock, I just came home, alone. All the others are still going out. My plan was to get at least 5 hours of sleep until I have to get up early tomorrow for work. The plan actually didn't include the caffein I drunk with the rum.. so it is even worse. I went home, but can't sleep. Which leeds me back to thinking. Thinking what I would do if I get that job in Valencia. Leave Sevilla and start everything again? Alone? Loneliness is the next thought. I now appreciate my friends I have back home in Austria even more. I can see how hard it is to make new ones. Some of them just disappear and don't give a fuck how you are and what you do. A weird thing is that I feel bad about that, because I always tell people back home that everything is ok here. I tell them that I have a lot of friends and a lot of parties, but actually that changed but this I don't want to tell them, too 'uncool' for time spent abroad.. Parties got less, friends left. This led me to thoughts about myself and I found out that I depend a lot on other people. Not sooo hard to find that out, I know. Still, I never wanted to admit that to me. I try to change that.

Until then I replace the lost friends who made me feel good before with something else. Until I close the gap by myself.

rings

it's raining cats and dogs. oh what a phrase. Well, if I were at English class right now, Mrs. Sklenka would give me a fat + for it. That wasn't the story I wanted to tell but my story of the day is also very sad. I have a new workshop running, Simone "the scanner" is my coach, it's the first day and I already regret asking her to teach me "how to scan handsome men properly".

So, first lesson: "check out if he's married!"

First victim: sexy bus driver with whom I've been flirting for a week (today even more sexy because not shaved)

end of the story: HE IS. fuuuuck!!!!!!!

conclusion: won't finish this fucking workshop

best solution: ALL YOU SPANISH HOBBITS, THROW YOUR RINGS INTO A VULCANO, pleeeeeeaaaase

andi's still in town

ok, it's me. I'm still a contributer. but as every day life kind of caught me it's a bit diffucult to find a killer-story to tell. However... the people I meet here are weird - weirder - weirdest. The other day they a group of archaeologists suddenly spoke german and understood the "how to flirt in silence advises" from Simo, then one very thin guy with greasy hair waved at me at the library because he thought we spent one night together and couldn't believe that I have never ever seen him before, and an old drunk man just asked me out... WTF?????