Tuesday, and already run down. I guess staying up chatting with friends until late last night didn’t help, and then all of this stuff in my head that just won’t go away. Among the mess though, an image from last night keeps coming up. I left the Museum after Basque language class and took 9th Street towards the airport on my way to Esther’s. The light at University Drive turned red. This is Idaho, so frequently the car on your left or the one on your right will be a big-ass truck. I’ll buy one some day, and because I’m a girl I won’t have to worry about the “compensation” issue, so the bigger the better. Like the red F-350 from yesterday, ready to turn towards BSU. I always stare; the sheer size of these things never ceases to amaze me. Besides, they’re usually driven by handsome, rugged-looking dudes. But not last night. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the short, fragile-looking white-haired grandma sitting at the wheel, waiting like me for the light to turn green.
- “Boisen euskaldun izateak prestigioa ematen du”, Izaskun Kortazarekin EITBn egindako elkarrizketa
- Remember: GOSE in concert this Saturday at 8 pm