Theft and Theater

Well after all that build up of fantasticness, a little bummer was definitely in order and, of course, it came. I done got robbed. Saturday night I went to Camborio and when I left I noticed I didn't have my phone. I was bummed about it but thought maybe it'd turn up. However, on Sunday, Ben mentioned that several people had reported missing phones that night, and suddenly it hit me that I'd had my wallet in my purse on Saturday, too. And lo and behold, it was gone. Giant sigh. Apparently the thieving bastards attempted to withdraw like $200 from my account, but it didn't work, so basically they got the ten euro that was in my wallet and just made my life a little less fun for the month. In all honesty, the biggest pain from the theft was the phone, because even though it was literally the cheapest phone I could possibly have bought, I had just put twenty euros worth of minutes on it. Hopefully there's a way of transferring that money to a new phone or something but let's be real, chances are slim.

It's funny how unfazed I am about this whole thing, but I've lost my shit or been robbed a decent amount of times and it seems clear to me that getting worked up about it just isn't worth the time or effort. Plus I found five euros in my jacket pocket yesterday. Also, maybe being extra broke will be useful and make me sit down and finish knitting the hat I started instead of going out. Silver lining? Eh?

The rest of my weekend was actually quite nice, regardless. I had a fun time at Camborio and was really stoked to go out with Christina and Laurel since it feels like it's been decades. I also had this funny interaction with this German guy; I've literally seen this guy EVERYWHERE, at school in the library, in the cafeteria, halls, and then random places like by the resedencia, in the centro, in the Albaycín and last night at Camborio. I think he must stand out because everyone is super short here and he's really tall. Anyway, I decided the Universe wanted me to at least say hello to this person, so I did, and he was pretty nice but we didn't really talk much, but the really funny thing was that once we all left, and I had to walk home alone because no one lives on my end of town (except Leah, and she was in Barcelona), I went and got some felafel and as I was nomming the shit out of it, I heard someone say hello and I turned around and the same freaking guy was also walking home alone in the same direction. Turns out we leave in the some area, which could kind of explain me seeing him so much, but doesn't really explain me seeing him in random spots. My mom suggested that perhaps the Universe was intervening, and had I not run into him something horrible would have happened to me as I walked home alone, but I had already been robbed at this point so the worse that could have happened is someone taking my iPhone with it's horribly shattered screen and taking like two or three euros worth of change. And my Burts Bees chapstick.

Sunday, Michelle and I went to another theater performance at Vladimir Tzekov which was insane and interesting and sad and hilarious. I won't even try to describe it, but I will say it involved nudity and song-and-dance about menstrual cycles. I will also say that a drunk guy kept yelling at everyone to get naked and half the audience thought it was part of the experimental type of performance, since some of the scenes had a lot to do with distraction and multiple focuses and things like that. Afterwards, we went to Valentina's for tea and/or beer with Antonio and this girl Maria Jose, who was really sweet. I really love Valentina's, her place is yellow and cheerful and she always puts on this nice low light and plays us good music (yesterday it was Bon Iver.)

In other news, I almost died of being freezing fucking cold last night. It's not raining today but DAMN I'm an icicle person and we have no idea how to turn on the heat... I'm definitely pining for my mama's cozy fireplace and some of Karen's tasty vegetable soup right about now!