Last night I went to go see Spain's movie of the year, "Celda 211", which stole almost all of the Goya awards for 2010. Elvira warned me with one word, "fuerte". And that really is only word to describe it--I highly recommend it, but just don't plan to go picknicking after.
I didn't think about it until later, but going to the movie late on a cold and rainy Wednesday night complemented the mood perfectly. I took the metro home afterwards, which was in the opposite direction of Renee's metro line, so I'm standing inside the train alone, and I smelled cigarette smoke. I hadn't noticed when I got on, there was a man a few seats down smoking away with a can of beer opened next to him. Great he looked like he came straight from "Celda 211". Then- he started yelling and I couldn't really understand him, but I could make out something about Franco, the King, Spain, and justice.
I had trouble sleeping last night.
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