The professor looks at the lady inspector pointing the gun at her. Not long ago he was pointing something else.
"미안해" (mianhae, or "I'm sorry" in Korean), and off it goes, the gun. He shoots at her! I have no idea where that bullet landed because the camera suddenly pans to the hand holding it. And that's how the penultimate episode of Money Heist: Korean ended.
"Mianhae my arse!!!!!!" I exclaim, pointing my own gun at them and pressing PLAY. I was going to write a little tonight but come on... I can't leave it like that, it's only one more episode! Plus, it's too bloody hot. No, I am not kidding you. Freaking 36 degrees and counting. I have never felt this hot in Galicia before. And my parents' refusal to join modernity and install some air con is making me hate them right now. Yeah, I know I could move. I really should. I am looking, goddammit!
I'll watch this last episode, drink a gallon of iced latte and melt all over the driveway while I try to water the poor jungle my mother is growing out there. Another strange idea of theirs. They must love suffering.
Besos, very hot besos,
Lu
PS – I have disintegrated the fan in sheer desperation.
PPS – No, it's not the one in the photo, but I don't have the strength to go back upstairs to take one.
PPPS – No, I didn't seduce the "boy" at the café. My friend seduced me instead, with the offer of... BEACHHHHHH.
Yep... the sea in Galicia is finally warming up. Global warming's only silver lining! It still took me ten minutes of doing an Indian rain dance on the shoreline, much to the delight of the holidaymakers, to work up the courage to plunge in. But once I was in... she had trouble getting me back out. It took another temptation...
BAR AND BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!! YEEEEHAHHHHHHHHHHH!
For this, my darlings. For evenings exactly like this one, I came back to Spain. ;)
I walked into the bar wearing my bikini, dripping water all over the place, but as my friend put it, "It's OK, girl, you're the guiri here anyway." Another silver lining of spending thirty years abroad and ending up looking like a glass of milk. You can wear whatever you like without anyone batting an eyelid.
Happy Saturday, Earthlings. Don't melt... and if you have to, do it in someone's arms, not by yourself on the concrete!
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