the rain here is paralyzing. i say this as a girl who has lived in seattle for years, where the rain means nothing. it doesn't stop your plans, it doesn't get in the way, sure you might be a little wet but that's totally normal. the rain here in andalucia seems to be the antithesis of the rain in seattle-- when it rains, nothing can be accomplished. the city shuts down. people freak out. everybody races home to put their jammies on and call it a day, no matter what time it is. the funny thing is, i have absolutely fallen into this state of mind too. "i know we had a date.... but it was raining." "i can't go on monday, i think it's supposed to rain." "you're what? you can't be, it's raining!" or "i was really excited to go out and see your concert.... but then it started raining." the exact excuse of last night.
and so when it rains and storms and the winds start-a-blowin. you go home. you put your jammies on, they're flannel and pink with a teddy bear on the breast. you put your slippers on, worn from generations of exchange students. you plop yourself on the couch. your legs go under the table, where there is a space heater (actually, the only heater in all of the frigid house). you laugh with your host mom. and you go to bed with the sound of water dancing around you. because the rain here is paralyzing.
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