Mountain House
The heat is disgusting. It sticks to the back of my neck while i sleep and sucks up all the energy in the entire city. People walk slowly, drink large quantities of liquid (from water to dry martinis, any fluid will do) and roll their eyes when they leave a shop. Summer in Madrid. Hell in a non air conditioned appartment. Life is hot.

I should probably take mental notes for future reference and try not to:

- Change the furniture around the sitting room, creating Sarajevo-like atmosphere and dealing with aching muscles plus extreme dehydration.

- Neglect to open the window when the sun is down, thus missing the lovely breeze our neighbours are enjoying at the local terrazas.

- Spend long hours in front of the computer, which as we all know is a source of heat more powerful than the Sun.

- Iron shirts. Under any circumstances. I'm seriously considering taking the matter (= plastic bags full of clothes) to the dry cleaners.

All of these issues and a couple more should explain why Pablo and i intend to squat at the Mountain Family House for the largest part of August come next week. We will be entertaining there too. Don't hesitate to drop by.