An Ode to Jason, DJ Mellow Yellow, Hsiao

So, this isn't so much an ode to Jason as it is an acquiescence to his request that I post another blog entry. Nevertheless, I shall begin.

The weekend before last, October 19-21, was a fairly uneventful weekend for me and the amigos. However, there was big news around Granada when a Norwegian student studying here in the city was stabbed by a mugger and sent back to Norway. Apparently, some one in these mean streets of Granada decided they needed a little cash para la cocaina and took advantage of him. Ever since, there's been a heightened sense of awareness about. In fact, just yesterday I heard the buzz of a mo-ped coming close behind me and I made quick use of my 6th - or even my 7th - sense to deliver a swift roundhouse kick to his face that sent him flying into the bushes. Whether he deserved it or not, time will only tell, but I felt safer afterwards and it also left me the owner of a brand new Vespa. I'm quite sure even Chuck Norris would have been proud.

This past weekend, my entourage and I headed off to Sevilla for 2 nights to tour the city. It was incredible. Pictures of the city are up on Facebook right now, so I suggest you check them out. The city boasts the 3rd largest cathedral in Europe (1st is St. Peter's, 2nd is St. Paul's), a tower that was once covered in solid gold, a Palace that served as a Royal Residence from the 10th century until the 20th century, and countless transvestite prostitutes that work the streets at as furious a pace as I've ever seen. Without a doubt, the transvestite prostitutes were the most impressive spectacle in Sevilla. I can see how constructing a ginormous church, taxing the poor to construct a solid gold tower (that was visible from over a mile away), and creating a Palace that eventually came to encompass over 15 acres could be impressive...but for a dude to put on tights, walk the streets faster than a coke-head looking for a fix - in heels no less - and utilize enough makeup to hide an Adam's apple the size of Shaq's fist? Sheesh. Hands down, we have a winner.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, don't ever walk around in the streets of Sevilla at night. The sight of bulging he/shes is enough to make you want to gouge your eyes out.

Now, I'm back at home sweet home in Granada, where we only have female prostitutes - just like God intended.



- O