Moroccan Shoes

Today you can see the very cute shoes that I bought in Morocco. I had wanted other ones, but since our tour guide wouldn't let us just stop in whatever shop we wanted, and I had tons of dirhams left, I just bought these cuties before getting on the ferry to go back to Spain. Only I had to keep on going back to the guy at the store like 3 times because he kept on giving me a pair of shoes that weren't matched. I would take the next pair with me, and then think, oh gee, I should try these on, and then I realized the one shoe is 3 sizes bigger or the wrong design and would be like, shoot, and back to too-friendly guy again. I like the smell of these, they definitely have that leathery smell going on, but the strange thing is that they are not made for the right or left foot. The are uni-foot (as I shall call it), they fit either the R or L. I like the color of these, they match khaki very well.

Isn't shoe week fun?

HoyVoy Shoes

I got these boots/shoes because Melissa convinced me they were cool, and now I love them. At first I didn't think they would be something I would wear, but then I saw just how cute they could be with capris or pants rolled up 2 or 3 times. The best thing was that I found them in Malaga for only 10 euros after Melissa had just bought similar ones for a whole lot more a couple days earlier, bahahahaha. I revel in my European HoyVoy skaterish boots, even if I don't wear them much here.

A week of shoes

Today I show you the awesome gold wedges that I just got from Old Navy. Aren't they just adorable? I absolutely love the gold ribbons that tie. Awwww. These may be newest favorites. hmmmmm. we shall see.

This week, I am going to bore all my wonderful blog readers with a showcase of my recent shoe acquisitions.

Knitting is from Satan

So over vacation I was trying to knit a scarf. I found this great bright pink yarn with tassly things and I thought, oh boy, I'll have a pretty handmade scarf to wear in no time. Well, I was wrong.

A. Knitting takes FOREVER I probably already logged 12 hours into my rectangle that still is only 5 inches long

B. Knitting needles slip. I finished a row and bam, the needle slipped out and when I tried to put the loops back on it was impossible. Once they come off they are impossible to put back on. I know have 6 GIANT holes in my scarf because of this.

C. The yarn for one scarf is about the same price of buying 2 fully made scarves online, without out all the slave labor

D. I hate it and it isn't worth it.

I am going to finish my crappy scarf and then never again. Knitting is the most mind numbing task I have ever done.

Marianela

Two months ago I read this horrible awful book that made me feel horrible and awful. It is called Marianela, by Galdos. It is supposed to be a classic of Spanish literature so i read it (in Spanish I might add--yay me), but it was just the worst story ever. (Ok not as creepy as American Psycho by Ellis that I read over the summer, but rather just sad)

So Marianela is an unattractive girl that has a blind friend, Pablo, with whom she shares a mutual love. A doctor comes and fixes Pablo's sight, and the little girl in everyone, wants the story to have a fairytale ending in which the two get married and live happily ever after. Well, they don't. It may be expected, but the reader is jolted from their peaceful, quiet reading, to an ugly truth about humans. I won't tell you what happens, but don't plan on smiling at the end.

Seagulls

Every time I go to the beach I feed, photograph, and gawk at the seaguls. I think they are smart. If you feed them pretzels, they don't just gobble up the piece of hazardous choking hard sourdough, but rather swoop over to the water and dunk them in the ocean to soften them up. Seaguls are just plain fun to watch. I think it is because they are synonomous with beach for me, and that is why they fascinate me.

A Beachy Thanksgiving

I know it has been a rather large chunk of time since I last wrote, but these past few weeks have been CRUNCH time with school. And then for Thanksgiving Vacation we went to Ocean City, Maryland. Surprisingly there were many people there and all the the shops along the boardwalk were open. We stayed in a cool hotel so I got my own room and we had a massive spa tub that I soaked in one night. We went to a magic show Friday night. Thanksgiving we ate at an icecream shop with bad food, but hey, it was the only thing open. I wanted Mexican, but turkey that tasted like elementary school food had to suffice. I'll never understand the whole, use an icecream scooper for mashed potatoes, idea. That just disturbs me. Overall we had a nice relaxing Thanksgiving.

The Dew Breaker

Honors Read 2 for this year was on Tues: The Dew Breaker by Edwidge Danticat. We had a good discussion about the book.

The story/stories are gorgeous puzzle. I thought the book was a beautiful interlocking tale that keeps you guessing at how each individual interconnects. The Dew Breaker is a torturer from Haiti who moves to the New York and the novel follows the lives of many who have been directly or indirectly affected by him. Trying weed through that tangled mess is both fun and frustrating. I would recommend this read!