Perfect Day

Today was a perfect day. Well, it actually started yesterday and it wasn't exactly perfect, but really good. But I still think it's worth writing about even though I still have to analyze my trip to Madrid, plus post the photos of Spain and Venice. Anyway, yesterday was Maria's (Spain) birthday so we had some cake and coffee at here and Elena's place last night. Well, we didn't actually have cake, it was Chocolate Bread Pudding, and we didn't actually have coffee, we had some wine instead. While tasting the delicious dessert, someone asked if it was a traditional Spanish birthday food. "No," I responded (because I had baked it), "it's traditional Martha Stewart."

There were blank stares. "Who is Martha Stewart?" I didn't know how to respond at first. Part of me was happy that not all the useless pop culture and brouhaha in America has been exported. At the same time, another part of me was trying to figure out how to explain Martha Stewart (do you start with the homemaker part or the insider trading?). And the rest of me was wondering if people liked the bread pudding.

My first class today was at 10:45AM. I was able to sleep in. My leisurely ride to IHE was sunny and wind-free, uninterrupted by the usual morning traffic. Classes in the afternoon let out half an hour early, so I was able to stop at home before my capoeira class this evening. That was fun. I went with Julia (Brazil) to the class to sample it because we had been invited my the instructor (a Brazilian, one of the samba drummers that came to our European-American night). My arms and legs are aching, I didn't really know what I was doing, just sort of flailing my appendages, but I had such a good time. So that was my great day, but now it's being interrupted by an impending paper...