Most of the businesses in my neighborhood take a serious siesta: 2-5pm or longer. The bars stay open, including the bocadillo bar where I can get a pretty decent bocadillo de jamón plus drink all afternoon for about ten euros. That may or may not be a good thing. And the mall stays open; I live within walking distance of a shopping mall. It's not that I like the mall, but it even has a huge (overwhelming) grocery store and it is convenient to be a 10ish minute walk from virtually everything I might ever want to buy.
Anyway, enough about the new apartment/neighborhood. The king of Spain, who I always thought was mostly a pretty cool guy, is in the hospital. With a broken hip. Poor king of Spain. The problem is that he broke his hip hunting elephants in Botswana. I don't really care that he was doing something extravagant while half of Spain is unemployed; the royal family's money, alleged corruption and all, has gotta be a fraction of a drop in the ocean of Spain's economic woes. But elephants? Come on, Juan Carlos; that makes you a huge asshole. That makes me glad you broke your hip. Can't you stick to cocaine and prostitutes like a normal super-rich person?
Anyway, enough about the new apartment/neighborhood. The king of Spain, who I always thought was mostly a pretty cool guy, is in the hospital. With a broken hip. Poor king of Spain. The problem is that he broke his hip hunting elephants in Botswana. I don't really care that he was doing something extravagant while half of Spain is unemployed; the royal family's money, alleged corruption and all, has gotta be a fraction of a drop in the ocean of Spain's economic woes. But elephants? Come on, Juan Carlos; that makes you a huge asshole. That makes me glad you broke your hip. Can't you stick to cocaine and prostitutes like a normal super-rich person?
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