Luckily for me, Vicki arrived in Sevilla not too long after I did, so I was able to go home with her instead of waiting hours in the airport arrivals area for Cassie (-- Although by the time I spotted her I had pretty much resigned myself to an evening of Hugh-Grant-voice-over-in-Love-Actually-reminiscent basking in arrivals area love.)
Anyway, two reasons why an evening with Vicki was better:
1. The Estufa
It's this awesome heating device that sits underneath the table. You put a heavy tablecloth over the table, and then put your legs under the tablecloth while you chillax, as is shown above. Very warm, and an excuse to all sit around the table together. Love it.
2. Vicki said something along the lines of, "You know how when you die, on your grave it says, for example, "Ellen 1986-3081"? Well, that dash represents your life." Whoa.
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You know, apparently this estufa is a more worldwide think I thought. I first heard about it when my best friend studied abroad in Japan -- it's called something else, of course, but I can't remember the word for it. Then I was reading a novel about Afghanistan (The Kite Runner, which was amazing, as was Hosseini's other novel A Thousand Splendid Suns) and it was mentioned there too -- again, under another name, but it was definitely the same thing.
This, of course, is a wonderful thing that should be imported promptly.
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