Rebaixe rebaixe rebaixe!

Rebaixe is Catalan for rebajo which is Spanish for sale, and we're talking here about the kind of sale that even puts Black Friday to shame. In July the whole country (continent, really) costs half of what it did in June and it's impossible to walk down the street, let alone try to get into the changing room of a store. It's wonderful. This summer started out cooler than it has in years past - yeah, that changed, and also who knew that the Mediterranean is known for being humid? I definitely didn't - and combined with the crisis económica, they're doing rebaixe different this year.  They usually start with 30-50% discounts and work their way up, but most stores are taking the plunge and marking every single item in the store 50-70% off.

Yesterday I went shopping with Angela, and it was more or less hilarious.  She told me that when her daughter goes shopping without her, she never wears anything that she buys, but when she goes with her mother, she wears everything all the time because Angela is very práctica.  She looked so proud of herself every time she showed me something and I liked it.  We bought the same sweater at Mango, so now I have matching sweaters with Anne and Angela. Everyone else, start working on finding something awesome, because I need to match sweaters with you, too.

One store, Blanco, had signs saying that everything in the store was 50% off except for the new collection, and at one point Angela was looking at the new collection without realizing it.  Then she saw the sign, recoiled, and said, "Ay, ¿por qué miramos esto? ¡Estamos rebajando!" I love that there's a verb. Rebajar, to sale-shop.

We went to a sports store and she was so. excited. about showing me everything, because she thought that tents and sleeping bags were exciting and novel.  She kept telling me that we would find the fencing section, and I kept telling her that there was probably not going to be a fencing section, and then she kept telling me that no, in this store there would be! and then she asked the people who worked there and they stared at her and said no, there was no fencing section. Or skiing section, because it's July.

I'm starting to get worried about the size of my suitcase, which is a new experience for me because it's enormous. I just don't know if it's enormous enough for all of the sweaters I bought for eight euros each.  And the blue suede booties.  And the dresses.

My favorite ridiculous purchase: something called jeggings.  They are jeans that are tight enough to count as leggings.  They're actually comfy and they don't look as absurd as one would imagine and the button in front is really flat so it doesn't show through a shirt and they were ten euros and I'm going to wear them all the time when I am no longer drowning in humidity, but I still hate myself a little bit.  It's just... they're jeggings.  And in case you were wondering the ones I bought are absolutely nowhere near as horrible as the ones you find in a google image search.

This weekend: finish research paper! It's due Thursday but I want to get it out of the way. I'm writing about magic in La Celestina.  Types, consequences, and historical context.  Thank goodness for the Oberlin VPN, because I can access JSTOR!  I also have to write 500 or so words on medias de comunicación and I have to analyze and present an advertisement and I am not at all a fan of the direction that my Spanish class is going in because I do not care about advertising or any other communication media.

On the 4th of July (tomorrow!) we're going to Montjuïc - literally, Jew Mountain, which sounds like a really exciting amusement park - to watch colorful water dance to pretty music.  We are encouraged to bring cold beverages and American spirit.  We'll see how that goes.