My roommate and I have started blaming the Barcelona climate for spoiling all of our food. Really, we don't buy that much, and we eat it in a rationally regular fashion, but we have thrown out way too many things. It's a good thing that we don't have a bigger fridge.
*You know it's a dire situation when you'd rather throw away the tupperware than only what's inside of it.
But really, my roommate (Ana is her name) has saved me, and my relationship to Barcelona. We don't really talk about our feelings so much, (I don't think, surprisingly, that the Spanish do..) but just having her there makes all the difference.
*After-post addition: the healthiest thing about having a roommate like her is that we have these moments of disasterhood, and if we were alone, I think we would dwell on it and it would spoil our mood. Instead, we laugh about it, and the potentially bad feelings dissolve. For example, today, Ana took out a tupperware of potatoes/beans that her mom prepared for her, tasted it, and realized it was pasado. Then she got out another tupperware, of the same thing, but one that she made, and poured some oil into it...But it turned out that she accidently literally poured in about a cup of evoo. Then she had to siphon it out with a spoon. And then, she picked it up, put it down, and some liquid (with the oil) splashed onto her shirt. I am sure that if this sequence of events happened to either of us, and we were alone, we would have cursed everything to low hell, and been very disgruntled. But together, we laughed, and these little things that could have ruined a day, only added to our amusement.
0 comments:
Post a Comment