On the heels of some bad news, I have two pieces of good news:

I joined a gym. And I’ve actually been going! Afraid Kike’s pirate fighting absence would get me all moody and hating Spain, I’m putting that negative energy to good use. Turns out he’s staying till late July like last year, so we’ve declared June the month of the “Equipo Fiestón” Christene and I are going to watch every single World Cup match, go to every small-town festival (where they usually serve beer the cheapest) and try to get to the Running of the Bulls in July. Then, if all goes well, I’ll start camp in A Coruña again in mid-July. I’ve looked into other camps, but the FNX deal is too good to pass up.

And, even better, I finally got a bike! Kike got me one for Reyes, an oxidized version of a mountain bike that he bought off of Chema. Juan Bosco, named after the saint on the day he was finally put to use, has an uncomfortable seat, no basket or light and makes me hunch over, but he’s going to make my life much, much easier.

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About Cat Gaa

As a beef-loving Chicago girl living amongst pigs, bullfighters, and a whole lotta canis, Cat Gaa writes about expat life in Seville, Spain. When not cavorting with adorable Spanish grandpas or struggling with Spanish prepositions, she works in higher education at an American university in Madrid and freelances with other publications, like Rough Guides and The Spain Scoop.

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