I’m sitting at my local square and it’s a lovely Sunday afternoon. The sun is out and is making me realize that I have completely overdressed, well for sitting in the sun anyway. It is fairly quiet here which is fine as El Rubio is sleeping in his pushchair next to me.
The square is almost deserted. Almost, because there is always a few old men hugging the benches and observing everything that goes on. They sit here at certain times of the day when there is sun on the benches. I think they must have an itinerary that they follow in the winter. One that leads them from bench to bench in the village depending on where the sun is.

El Rubio and I have been thrown out of the house as El Hombre is putting up shelves and the noise with the drill is far to noisy when El Rubio needs to sleep. He had a bottle, fell asleep and I took him and my laptop down to the square to sit in the sun and write a bit.
There is no wireless here (that would be great though to be able so sit outside and being online as well, but I can imagine we might have to wait a few more years for that yet…) but I can obviously still write and then just post it later.

Or just sit here with my face towards the sun