i need to change my underwear...

Yikes. Andrew's bloggin'. Ehh...this is awkward.
Nonetheless, where has life brought me? I'm here in Spain. I imagined Madrid and all it's unfamiliar codes 'n customs would give me some minor emotional concussion, but it has not. But I'm not disappointed. What I am disappointed in is the mullet fad. Me and Mark see them everywhere. What's humorous is that they come in many variations. We viewed a soccer match yesterday in this really cool field. It was elevated so that if a ball flew out-of-field it would probably kill somebody below from the impact. Regardless, some of the guys sported a fairly decent and suave mullet. But then we visited this wild carnival last night and saw some really ungodly ones. I stole one of the kid's school photos so you can see what 'm talking about. Another important thing to mention is that I found my favorite Spanish landmark so far. Well, I guess it's not a landmark, but it's amazing all the same. It's that crazy rope furnishing to the right. The random web photo doesn't do it justice. I plan on playing "house" with fellow playground children, napping, reading, and conquering this piece of heaven in the days to come.

I'm going to start packing for the big move to Barrio del Pilar, which, by the way, has a wild cat on the roof of its shopping mall (Mark shrieked like a baby at the sight of it), shopping carts in its park fountains, outside ping-pong tables, and grandpas that pee in public . I've seriously just peed 3 times in the past 45 minutes. What is Spain doing to my urinary system. Maybe I have diabetes or a urinary tract infection. Buster rest in peace. Is Mark's hypochondria rubbing off on me?
Despite the many joys and wonders that leaving this current apartment entail, i will miss a few things like the butt-cleansing bidet, heart-shaped kitchen tile, and window view that so adequately accommodates my Peeping Tom-ishness. Maria also has her quirks, like how she has a basket of at least 8 remote controls but needs our assistance in using the "delete" function on a computer. She'll sing sometimes, too, and once taught Mark a sweet dance move. Someday I'll teach her the Hustle. Oh Mary Jesus. She truly brought to life these lyrics:

She'd outpester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
She is gentle! She is wild!
She's a riddle! She's a child!
She's a headache! She's an angel!
She's a girl!

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

---------well. I'm done I think.