por fin... and the longest office hours of my life

So after 2 months of procrastination, I finally managed to get this blog started, inspired by a trip to the house of Tomas, my Spain and the Progress of European Union professor. He's a quirky fellow who enjoys speaking English sporadically in his lectures and who always talks about Stalin and Hitler sharing the same bed (in reference to their brief alliance during WWII). If he was a bit fatter, he would look like Peter from Family Guy, and I say that with the most amount of respect and love.

Anyways, so I had to go to his house for office hours and dude, it was tan rara. It literally is a tiny museum and en serio, most of the decorations and furniture in that little espacio of his are from the 16th century. In his study room, he has a desk from the 1700's, a portrait of the grandmother of the current queen of Spain to a Spanish count (whose great grand-son also happens to be Tomas's good friend) some centuries ago, some wooden chairs that could fall apart any second (and yes, they are valuable antiques too), a HUGE portrait of angles and saints hanging on his wall. There's also a chandelier from some centuries back, illuminating these otherwise somber objects in all their glory.

In his living room, he has countless candle holders, potteries, porcelain plates, handmade maps, and a HUGE mirror that was handmade like 250 years ago. It was used by a Spanish count (probably the same one) in Vermont during the American Revolution, and apparently, George Washington and his buddies lived right next door to this Spanish count and often visited his house. Tomas proudly dragged me in front of the mirror and pointed, "look! You are standing where George Washington was!" My most patriotic moment happened in Spain.

He fed me fruits and coffee, and two hours later, I was finally allowed to leave.