churros and chocolate

A word about my body. I am gaining weight everyday, of course. There is chocolate on everything. And you don’t just have chocolate for a desert. You have it in the morning with your coffee, in your coffee, for a snack, after your lunch, on your croissant. I’m not exercising (except for walking up 8 flights of stairs if that counts) In my real life, I have been known to eat organic yogurt sprinkled with wheat germ for breakfast. My body is turning a blind eye to my misdoings and over indulgences as if to say live it up, the pastries are hot now. So I think to myself just one more and then Julia and I run out to look for the nearest focacceria.

But at the same time hardly anyone in Spain is overweight. This is for many reasons but one being that people walk everywhere. Not many people have cars. Haley and I saw this poor woman struggling up the street carrying a giant floor lamp in one hand and her sack of groceries in the other. (And she had heels on) Who knows how far she was going and to her it seemed just as easy to carry a purse. I saw a man who had just bought a TV and he was trying to duct tape it to the back of his bicycle. It’s quite comical to see the things people carry on the metro…mattresses, office chairs, and giant sacks of unknown objects.
The women who run my residencia are in incredible shape. They are all beautiful, full of spunk and over 60. (And all of them can beat me up the stairs without even getting their heart rate going I’m ashamed to admit) They all call me guapa, which I secretly love.