spur of the moment blogging bug. don’t want to read Don Quijote so instead, here’s what my morning is like:
-D[oña] A[dela] cutting squid with scissors as I make my cafe con leche
-pan tostada with olive oil, salt, and a touch of homemade orange marmalade from the lady next door.
-daily skype chat with I. in Paris.
-SUN, not snow.
-shopping lists for afternoon grocery store run, to feed friends at a group dinner tonight.
-Onda Cero radio programs penetrating all the walls of the house.
-job, mp3 and identity searching.
…que tengáis buen día, y’all.