It's living for the love, not dying for it.

What's new, what's old, who you love, and who is who.
Don't let me go. I like you.
It's living for the love, not dying for it.

4.1.11

Doce, once, diez, nueve, ocho, siete, seis, cinco, cuatro, tres, dos, uno, ZERO!

 NOVENTA.....SEIS!


I like to count grapes for fun.
NOT.
Spain has some traditions for New Years. As much as I love red thongs, (that's a JOKE, mom,) I passed on that tradition. 
Instead, my host mom sat me down in the kitchen with the task of count sets of 12 grapes. Don't waste the time opening up the Calculater application from your Start menu. That's more grapes than I want to remember. (I'm having nightmare flash backs to counting 4,000 rubber ducks for the Seven Peaks Duck Derby.) 
They start the countdown from 12, and eat a grape every second of the countdown. Twelve seconds before 2011 and it was silent except for the sound of the bells and those who were choking on the grapes.
Guess who ate all hers in the twelve seconds?!
GOOD LUCK FOR 2011!!!

Happy New Year!

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