whenever, wherever

yesterday was the day of granola girl.

my friend from my first class who is from canada and "teaching" me yoga came over friday morning at 11 so that i could take some pictures of her for her soon-to-be yoga website. she recently finished a yoga class with some yogini here in berlin and was über-excited to get more clients to teach people. she really loves yoga and i envy her enjoyment - i wish there was something like that that i could get excited about.

anyway, we took pictures and talked and then went to monsieur vuong, this really great vietnamese restaurant. we discovered that both of us get take-out from there at least 3 times a week. funny we've never seen each other. now maybe we'll actually be un-anti-social and go together! so we go and had a delicious lunch and i realize that i would be late for class. i decided that rather than being 20 min late and disturbing the class, i would just show up at the break - 1.5 hrs late. it worked out well because i had things to do at home and having a bit of time was good. when i got to class, it seems i didnt miss much, so it all worked out.

after class, i knew i had something to do but couldnt remember what. i started walking towards alexanderplatz because i had this feeling that was the direction i should be going. and who do i bump into? granola girl! and her german friend she met in equador. he is in town for the weekend to see her. they tried to get me to walk with them, but i couldn't remember what i needed to do so i said i needed to go to alex. i didn't remember what i needed to do until today so i just wandered around the galeria at alexanderplatz.

granola girl and her friend stopped by my apt to pick me up for dinner. we were going to go to a thai resto (craving pad thai), but then we realized we had asian food for lunch, so we went on search for mexican food. after walking down oranienburgerstrasse for a good 15-20 min, i stopped and said, "should we ask this guy where the mexican place is? i know there is one on this street." and as i'm finishing my sentence i look up and realize i had stopped just before the meixcan cantina. ! zaz!

and odd note... we sit down and the three of us are clearly speaking english and the waitress comes over and starts speaking to us in spanish. the other two in my group spoke spanish, so it all worked out, but all throughout the meal we were wondering why she spoke spanish to us. funny.

they tried to get me to go out with them afterwards, but i was tired and not wanting to pay a cover charge (albeit 3 euro) and whatnot. so i headed home and slept like a baby. danke, zwei margaritas.