Saturday, 4 July 2026

MIANEEE MY ASSSS



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: Korea ended.

"Mianhae my arse!!!!!!" I exclaimed, 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 conditioning 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 here. 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 another one.

PPPS - No, I didn't seduce the "boy" at the café. My friend seduced me instead, with the offer of... BEACHHHHHH.

Yep... the water in Galicia is finally warming up. Global warming's only silver lining! It still took me ten minutes each time to work up the courage to get in, but once I was in... she had trouble getting me back out. It took another temptation...

BAR AND BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!! YEEEEHAHHHHHHHHHHH!

For this, 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, you're the guiri here anyway." Another silver lining of spending thirty years abroad and ending up looking like a glass of milk. ;)

Happy Saturday, Earthlings. Don't melt... and if you have to, melt in someone's arms, not by yourself on the concrete!

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