a small rant

Problems with Spain-
*My apologies if some of this comes across as extremely judgmental and mean...
1. There is no room in Spain where you can actually see the opposite wall. Due to smoke. I am certain that I will develop lung cancer just from being here 5 months... As I write this, I can feel my lungs turning black as I fill them with probably a ratio of 1:37, oxygen : cigarette smoke.
2. ENOUGH WITH THE MATCHING!! Or if you must match your shoes to your purse to your too-tight cardigan to your earrings, bangles, and belt, maybe try doing it a little more discretely. No more bright yellow or electric blue. No more!!!!
3. The cholo-ed out lips... black lip liner on bare lips? Really?
4. Cannot take anymore fried fish. I don't know if I will ever be able to eat fish-and-chips again. Ever. Also, after a week of Italian food, it's really just torture.
5. Diego, my initially adorable 5-year-old gaditano brother, who insists on calling me "tramposa" for sitting down to dinner when he's not home. Tramposa means cheater, but I think it sounds really a lot worse... Plus, really I'm not cheating!! How can I race him from the door to the kitchen table if he's not there? That is SO NOT CHEATING!
6. Diego (again) who begs me to bring him some Italian candy, and then throws half of it away.
7. Verdes viejos - very sleazy, but also very old Spanish men. Enough said.
8. Ok, enough complaining for now. (...to be continued...)