Enjoying my last two hours in town before taking the train back to the city. It has been raining lately up here, and yesterday too, and today a little, and it’s awesome, because in Barcelona it’s so hot already. Damn, I hate heat.

I have seen my sister, who lives some fifty-something kilometers to the coast, and I lend her Everything that rises must converge, by Flannery O’Connor. I think she will like it. Also my mother gave me incense bars, the type I like, called Nag Champa, directly imported from India, excellent.

And yesterday I had a cold, well, it’s been four days now, but yesterday I was particularly ill, and due to my reluctance to taking pills I spent the day in the sofa, reading The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss. I’m really enjoying it. I also wrote something for my story, I was lacking imagination lately, but yesterday I found a perfect continuation, and now I’m full of ideas.

And that has been, guys! I hope you had a wonderful weekend!

Whiskey, my sister’s cat, sleeping.