I feel like it's 1984...

So Carme decided to get a better deal on our internet connection at our apartment. Living in Tossa is like living in Dinwiddie county and trying to get fiber optics to your trailer. There are a few companies battling it our for the new territory of home internet users but due to treacherous terrain, it's kind of difficult to run the cabling, but it's here none the less. To me, Tossa is like when you watch a movie of travelers walking thru the jungle and finally when all hope is lost and all the water is run out, and just thru the last palm tree, you see paradise on the other end.

So we switched from one provider to another on Monday. Like in America, when you change long distance providers (if you haven't done so once in your life, you are missing something special), you initiate your call with the company you want to change to, they take all your info and then pass you over to a neutral 3rd party who asks you 10 different ways if you are sure you want to change internet providers. So we went thru this process but the internet is in my name, not Carme's. therefore, it is I who has to do all this confirming and such. Ok some thins I don't have to explain to you but Carme said all I have to do is say is "Si". So I sat there listening to this woman on the other end asking me questions and praying she wasn't asking me to sign over my first born. So I listened...and she spoke at the speed of light (I guess the speed of sound would not make sense). I , by the grace of god, recognized my name in a sea of other indistinguishable words (funny how 'indistinguishable' would be it's namesake to any non-English speaking person) and then hear a pause...I respond with 'si'. Easy enough, right? The second questions comes and I am thinking I am getting the hang of this. Around the 4th question I was swimming in conjugations and reflexive pronouns. My mind started to wander but I was still in tune to her pauses. "Si". I start thinking about what I should have for lunch...pause "si". Hmmmm I am wear mixed matched socks...pause..."si". And before I know it...the torture is over. Spanish is easy!

So anyhow, no one took the time to tell us that there is a law here in Spain where the company you are leaving has 15 days to disconnect their service. The new company has 35 days to connect your service. Well in a perfect world, you are looking at no loss in service. In the spanish world you are looking at 20 days without service. In the real world I am looking at no service! But my new company came to the rescue and gave me a dial up account! Yee Haw!!!!

So my home is full of the familiar sounds of a 56K modem squelching and struggling for a connection to some remote server for a connection to a pipeline the size of a straw. Not one of those normal sized straws but one of those stirring straws you get with your mixed drinks. You know the ones you are never sure if you should suck thru or not in fear you might get a ruptured brain vessel from while trying to suck down your tequila sunrise.

So in essence...IT FEELS LIKE 1984!