To the concerned and confused, rest assured, I do not have testicular cancer. Me, Lola and Mark ventured to the basement of the hospital to get the examination. Florescent lighting, rusty tiling, x-rays of diseased testicles. To take the examination, Lola had to wheel out some old lady so we could use the ultrasound in her room. I stripped down and after cold goo and bodily exploration, it was clear that cancer had not victimized me. Only an enlarged, chubby vein! We can't expect all the veins to keep a fine physique.
Amy, Mark's friend from his Peace Corps group in Ukraine, came for Thanksgiving. I like her for the following reasons: she cooked me vegetarian stuffing, uses the word "cool" a lot, has a bursty laugh, and begs us to take pictures of her in front of hundreds of trees.
I was able to see a lot of cool paintings recently at museums. Picasso, Chagall, Van Gogh, Degas, Monet, Kandinsky. It made me really wanna start painting again.

What are some highlights of my life recently? Well, here we go:
1) Mark spilled coffee on his pants and Amy naturally shrieks "Opa!" during the crisis and laughs hysterically.
2) A little girl at Mark's school was throwing paper at peers and trying to draw on their faces, and, by the grace of God, immediately after, jabs her knee into a tack and cries.
3) We visited a temple that Egyptians constructed for Spain and Mark hid beneath a wall, near a very dark and ominous room and growled like Bigfoot when tourists passed by, turning that historical monument into a haunted house.
Hmm.....we went to the Museo de Jamon and got a bunch of stuff to eat. Amy was so cute - she said "muchas gracias" like five times while ordering and picking up our food and usually such politeness and verbal gratitude when dining is absent here in Spain, so it was kinda funny. (Nonetheless, politeness and gratitude, in general, are particularly widespread here.)

Ehh....
I have to go to the bathroom so...I'm out.