Let's go
I don't have any trips planned in the near future, even though the summer is already hitting on all of us. Even if we should be looking forward to a honeymoon. But my new freelance status and the lack of clear perspectives is keeping me on land for the time being.

Still, the word journey is so exciting it makes me travel in my mind, and i run around Central Park, i follow Kurt into the jungle in Tanzania, i let a smokey train uncertainly take me to an unknown station. Journey is a great word. This is why i've accepted this week's Photo Friday.

Click on the picture and let yourself go.

Me and my telly
TV is not that bad. I came up with this conclusion yesterday afternoon, as i made myself comfortable on the couch and proceeded to doze off with the post-lunch documentaries.
But, alas, i was captured by the screen.

The program was about scientists recovering coral reef somewhere in Bali, using something that looked like cables and tying them around them to create a protected area. The guy was explaining that their next step, once the coral started to grow back strong, was to get the local fishermen and talk them into becoming ocean farmers.

See, apparently fish are instinctively attracted to coral and, instead of capturing them, it would be a great if they could hold them up and raise them, just like farmers do with hens and cows.

The world climate changes are fucking up the planet and these people are acting up, being flexible with the alternatives left for this planet. I loved that idea.

Hours later i watched TV again and saw a skinny girl carrying around a hidden camera and going to all sorts of clinics to lose weight. Some five out of six presumed doctors told her she needed to lose a few stones and one even went as far as suggesting liposuction. Put you money where your mouth is.

It was fun and interesting to watch telly yesterday. I proved you can be entertained without starlets screaming at each other, without involuntarily learning who's given a blow job to whom -sure, it was morbid for a while, but... honestly, enough is enough-, without all that rage and frivolousness hypnotizing the viewer.

Part of it
Some days, when i manage to leave the apartment early enough to catch my bus, i like to indulge in the three minute walk that takes me to my stop from the front door.

This is Sol, the very heart of Madrid, surprisingly calm at 8.20 am, despite the multicoloured traffic going in every direction. Also despite the armies of workers and students being burped out of the Metro exit, walking with sun glasses and briefcases, sandals and morning papers, yet not screaming or yelling or laughing furiously.

I take my three minute break as a private ritual before embracing the office day waiting for me, some fifteen stops ahead. I walk with my eyes half closed because i'm still sleepy, because the sun is falling strongly on the pavement. My eyes are also halfbecause i'm beginning to follow the rattle and hum of the city, because come rain or shine, i'm always loving what i see.

Following my own little path, i feel a certain peace and confidence. I say to myself: 'This is my place'. It's an odd sensation of property: you've walked around Sol so many times in your life that starting your day right there makes you somehow part of it all.

I guess you'd get the same feeling when you're a newyorker and you can hear your own high heels tapping on Times Square at 4 in the morning. The masses are gone and suddenly the world famous spot is yours. Just because, well, you've around long enough.

Feeling observed?
Carlos and Lucas, Ona's twins, intensely watch her mum while enjoying an end of spring stroll down at the park, followed by a nice lemonade break with aunties Trix and Uma. Double cuteness.

The Grotesqués
The girls are back, and they're on a mission. Alaitz and Elena, also known to their audiences as 'Las Grotesqués', are about to launch their new show called Sometimes i see closets (to be read whispering). Believe me, you will hear their names in the not-so-distant future.

Their première will happen sometime around June 15th, so if you are in Madrid this month, i strongly recommend you go to Teatro Alfil and find out for yourself what all the buzz is about.

Uma is retaking up her old task of culturizing this ambivalent weblog. Stay tuned for the summer updates on mesmerizing events such as Bisbal's tour and Robotics conventions.

Friends on a Sunday

Starring:



What happened:

The love post
I know where we're getting married.
I know where we're having dinner on our wedding day.
I know what i'll be wearing over my dress.
I know when we're getting married.
I know who's attending our wedding.
I know i'll have the coolest flower girls ever.
I know i can't wait for the big fun day.
I know i'm lucky.
I know i don't fall into the marrying kind
yet i know we're going to be very happy.

Come on, it's Monday and it's raining, let me spread the luuuuuuuv word, summer's only around the corner.