Principe Withdrawal

Well, El Príncipe Azul has ended .... usually when one of my Spanish-language TV addictions is ending, I feel sad to see it go. My husband, on the other hand, is delighted, since (a) he doesn't speak Spanish, (b) what I'm watching in Spanish is not exactly PBS or BBC quality, and (c) the shows I like are always on right at bedtime.

This time, even I'm happy to see it go, although I did enjoy the guilty pleasure of watching it. But enough is enough, and even I have my trashy TV limits.

In last night's finale, the two replacement príncipes chose their princesas. The only thing I will say is that it seems they were both fairly intelligent men who seemed to vote more with their brains and/or hearts instead of lo que tienen entre las piernas, as it was so delicately put by the original príncipe's Tía Rosita on the show. Although that other part led them pretty far as well.

I remember a phrase a Venezuelan friend once taught me: Cuando la cabeza de abajo se calienta, la cabeza de arriba no piensa.

Nice to know some men use la cabeza de arriba.

Not that anyone expects either of these relationships to last. But it did make for interesting TV while it lasted.

So enough of the Príncipe, and back to real life. Although with Katrina, Rita, Iraq, and who knows what else, "reality TV" almost seems like a better choice than reality itself.