Bummer Man...

...All I'm saying is that if the apocalypse is vis-á-vis an earthquake instead of a zombie invasion, I am going to be very disappointed.

Primeros Euros:

First Euro Gaining of Confidence: Gained. After my Señora, Nieves, finished cutting my hair, I asked "¿Estoy listo? (Am I ready?)." In which she responded "Si. Estás listo para ligar (You are ready to flirt)." Scoping myself in the mirror, I suavely countered "Si. Ahora puedo tener muchas mujeres (Now I can get a lot of girls)." And Nieves, so gracious and understanding, "Si pero si quieres los hombres, es igual. (Yes but if you want men, its okay.)" Never in Spain will I feel ashamed of who I am. Oh a liberal upbringing.

First Euro Saving of a Life: Saved. Moments ago when Nieves attempted to stand on my skateboard on the tiled living room floor at 12:30 a.m. There's nothing like grabbing those fluorescent purple sweat pants to prevent your sixty-five-year-old Spanish áma from breaking her face. I'm beginning to think we're more than friends.

Stay tuned tomorrow for Hellamaria's primer "Al lado del Fuego." Our first issue will be with un hombre straight from the San Anton: Brooksy.

*photos courtesy of Angela, Adrian, and the Lord.