Okay, so sometimes I am perfectly happy here. Sometimes I even like eating fish every night of the week. And sometimes Cinthya (I can never get the Spanish spelling right, but this time I checked) makes the best scalloped potatoes and onions.
Sometimes.
Such is life. This morning felt like torture, and lunchtime with the demons is barely tolerable. But afternoons lounging by the pool with one eye in a book and one eye on the splashing demons, are not so bad. And, hopefully, I will get a day this weekend to go about Madrid. And hopefully I can get July 13 & 14 off. And then I can buy tickets for summercase.
How much fun could that be?
And maybe one of these days stopping in an English book store and finding some more good reads. I've gone through 2 1/2 books already, and it's not even July. I only brought 4.
Ay. Ya. So it goes.
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