Sunday night as I was headed to bed I walked through the tv lounge where some folks were watching the news (a refreshing change from the crazy show, actually called Calle 7). The broadcast showed several videos of bedecked Spaniards dancing through the streets with their flags. A huge grin automatically spread across my face ( Read more... )

Another point by point entry of interest to no one but myself. I suppose this is a perfect situation for twitter. Hopefully I won't do this again ( Read more... )

An entry written bit by bit in between watching some of the pairs teams and baking a loaf of sourdough bread (more on that in an hour when it comes out of the oven ( Read more... )

El nino es un hijo loco de la naturaleza. Ayer yo vi mi primera flora amarilla (con una trompeta) del ano. The translator now tells me that daffodils are called "narcisos ( Read more... )