Let's trifle for a minute.
Some of the most beautiful men I've ever seen in my LIFE are beach rats in San Sebastian (Donostia). 
Holy shit.  I sent my friend LaDaun an e-mail about them just because she can't seem to find good-looking men in Bilbao.
(We had a ridiculous drunken conversation about it at San Fermines.  Oh Lordy, I might transcribe that one soon.)

The women are gorgeous, too.  I just don't get it.  My genes are not keeping up, here.  I come to the European continent and I go from a 7-9 (depending on the day and the audience) to a 4 in no time.  (Gotta love female vanity.)  I don't even hit the radar.  The humility this invokes is refreshing, but at the same time I'm getting the urge to dye my hair or something similarly extreme that I decided I wouldn't do before I got here.

I keep thinking:  I look better as a brunette.  This weird red/blonde/brown shit that my natural hair does is just not cute.  
Then:  I looked really cute with short blonde hair.  I might be too old for that now.  Maybe I should drop a few Euros and get blonde hair again.  If a short half-Thai girl can pull it off, why can't a Cherokee/Irish mutt?  But it's so much up-keep, goddammit, and I can't cut my hair short again, I just don't have the heart.
Then:  This is fucking stupid.  Stop thinking about the damn hair and go draw something.  Pretty people are only good as subjects and even then the ugly ones have more character.

So, kids, what are we doing when I get home?  I'm going to be living alone in Alachua in a big house.  I will need socialization.  Ideas? (Weekends will be better -- I'm going to be working and taking classes.) 

Also, anyone know of openings?  I want a second job when I get back.