La cucaracha
As I've said before, I try to focus mostly on the positive elements of our Spain adventure, but this morning there's nothing positive to be said (except the sun is shining and the purple trees--jacaranda is the consensus--are even more purple than before). Last night I saw a cockroach in the bathroom. Matt tried to do away with it, but it disappeared into a crack between the floor and the bathtub. Will, who had been mentioning at least once a day that he wants to go home, is now up to several times per minute with this message. I sort of see where he's coming from. We're hardly allowed to leave the apartment and now we have to share our space with this thing? (And who knows how many more there are down there...) The one good thing about the cockroach is it makes the silverfish look cute in comparison. We will deal with it. I had been sort of expecting this visitor since I noticed an almost-empty can of cockroach spray in the laundry room a couple of months ago. It's...