Although on the 19th I went swimming, two days later I was wearing a coat and boots. For me it was easier this way. At least now I can bake!
29 degrees C. 3rd of October. Perfection.
Just ignore Eric’s face. He can’t look normal when facing the sun.
Working with him, side by side, feels right in so many ways. But the future is scary. Will we be ok being together all day long after a few weeks? Will we manage to find enough work to live off it? Will we ever stop sending each other cheesy emails “from the other end of the desk”?
Eric lost his job.
After such a mind-blowingly decadent breakfast -and eating leftovers for lunch, oh, the luxury!- I had to give some continuity to the festivities with dinner. At approximately 7pm I decided I had to make bread. Then I decided it would be such a pity not to eat said bread straight out of the oven for dinner, and tried to plan accordingly. Searching in the fridge we ended up putting together a fantastic meal we would have normally only eaten with friends at a tapas restaurant. Because no matter what they tell you, us Spaniards don’t eat jamón and manchego cheese all the time. But we all keep some stored in case the necessity arises. And ok, in my case, I do eat manchego cheese and/or ham most days.
And since I finally managed to make something good of a meal yesterday, I can say it now: breakfast was much better than usual, but far from what I would like it to be. Lunch was horrible mainly because I don’t like eating leftovers. But dinner? Ah, dinner was good! And almost free!
Both cheeses and salchichón on the left – gift from my parents
Jamón – gift from Eric’s parents
Grapes – gift from our friend Irene.
And today I’m only eating salads to make up for such a protein loaded day. it’s a good thing I’m one of those who trim the fat off the ham…
It may not look very special, but trust me, that’s a fantastic breakfast for me. Usually I just pour milk and cereal in a bowl. Having to make coffee and then drinking it while I make tea and toast bread and actually finding the butter and the ginger jam in that crazy refrigerator of ours is a big indulgence in a weekday. I’m so decadent. Not.
I can’t. I know it’s still summer and the beach is 5 miles away. I’d much rather work on a rainy day, thankyouverymuch. How do people avoid procrastinating when you are your own boss and summer lasts until october??
Because we I need the exercise. Working from home and starting an online degree mean I only move 2 minutes a day. And the afternoon light is so, so pretty.
1. The spiders are enjoying the lack of gardeners in the park.
2. Eric is enjoying watching them (from a safe distance, always).
3. I tend to stretch whenever I feel like it. In a park. Or in an underground train full of people. It feels goooood.
4. Mandatory feet shot.
5. Mantis.
Pictures: festivities in honor of the patron saint in my parents hometown.
This summer we have drunk more than ever. We have met with friends more than ever and we have done more random things (going to London for the midnight Harry Potter premiere, camping in a garden, etc.) than ever. Not to speak of the fact that in February we spent all of our savings on a plane ticket so Eric could come with me to Senegal. Does this mean that we are about to -finally- grow up, or that we are entering a new stage of adolescence in our lives? I’m looking forward to the acne.
Every day. From the moment he smothers me with kisses so I don’t get mad at him for setting the alarm 30 minutes before he actually has to get up (who loves hitting snooze so many times? I’d rather be sleeping!) until the end of every single Criminal Minds episode -we’re going through the whole series this summer- when he exclaims “What? You fell asleep again? Until when did you watch? How many people were dead by then?” and lets me watch it again. And again. And again.
And he’s pretty hot too.
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