hips don't lie!

whoa! last night's shakira concert was increible! huge stadium concert - where they usually play basketball or something, but she filled the whole stadium with her energy and joy and.... her hip shaking. omg. we didnt get close enough to get doused with her hip sweat, but i can say the whole place was completely entranced by her hips. it was just bub and me who went, due to a series of unfortunate events... we couldn't find a scalper, but bub's friend isabelle was sick, so she sold us her ticket. ching said he was fine with not going... so it was a tumor twin event. she was amazing... every minute of the show was entertaining - even going on 36 hours without having slept, i didn't nod off until her first encore song, which was a ballad, but i was fully awake for "hips don't lie" that followed, and "waka waka", which ended her show with the very responsible and caring message of world peace and philanthropy for africa. anyway, she deserves every bit of fame with her name on it... she flamencoed, she bellydanced, she shook. them. hips. she doesn't ever need backup dancers, but she pulled some girls onto the stage to dance with her, one of whom had the same hair and outfit almost, and who did shakira's moves perfectly... i'm sure she'd been practicing that since the day shakira's first video was on out whichever mtv channel shows videos...

and i'm sure it was that much more awesome of an experience because it was in madrid. only annoyance was an old lady behind me who repeatedly told me to sit down and even pushed on my shoulder when i didn't.... whoa, lady, you clearly missed your nap today. hubby beside her did not jump in... he knew better.

then,

slept for about 11 hours, until bub woke me up (that never happens!). when javi got home from training, we took the bus across the damn country to the best cantonese restaurant around, according to bub. it was good. we had dim sum and dinner all in one. when we cleaned out all of the plates on the table, we realized we didn't get our veggie dish, at which point we all (me n bub) agreed we could eat more, so then half a roasted duck was ordered as well. i felt so fat. oh well.

it was dark out by the time we left the restaurant to go get a coffee and meet javi's yogi friend victor. on the way, we ran into a protest. they were protesting socialism. or was it antisocialism they didn't want? not sure. i snapped a pic and a guy put his hand over my camera. oh please. did you not see the white guy with the video cam over there?

we walked around for a while in the masses and bustling streets. i asked, where is everyone going? and javi says, nowhere. they're just out walking. i mean, old ladies were out, just hanging about. i tried to remember if i've ever seen seniors in the states doing the same and just couldn't. not at 9pm at night. we went to a shissa (hookah) bar and talked yoga with victor who enlightened me on some really interesting facts about bikram yoga...hm...

spent the rest of the night at a discotheque called la boca de lobo, the mouth of the wolf. interesting mix of music by a talented dj... 'come together' over an amy winehouse beat, 'bad' remixed as funk, ending with a really cool triphoppy version of tribe called quest's 'can i kick it.