Pío Baroja.

I am stealing somebody's Internet access. I don't know whose, but that person must obviously want to share or else they'd protect their wireless network!

So, I have moved in to my new apartment, and it is so much better than the old one. I finally feel settled. I hadn't fully unpacked at the old one because I didn't really feel at home there and, well, there wasn't any space to even un-pack. It's refreshing to live in a room and not have to step over your suitcases. I even have space to put away my suitcases! I'm also living in a much nicer part of El Palo. The streets are wider, there are nicer buildings and better businesses, and it doesn't smell like trash in the street. I live right above a restaurant--Gambrinus--that I think will be the cause of me getting fatter. I don't even know what they're making, but it always smells good. I'm on the first floor (technically the second floor, but in Spain they refer to the ground floor as floor zero), so the smell easily just wafts into our apartment. Mmm. It smells kind of like chorizo but much, much better.

What I love about this apartment is the terrace. It is huge. It's almost too big. God knows what we'll do with all that space. If you stand on the terrace and look to your left, this is what you'd see:



Turn to your right, and you'd see this:



You can see more pictures on flickr.

And, on a totally unrelated note, here is a video I took from the top of the Alcazaba in Málaga. I'm just posting it because I opened up a youtube account and wanted to try it out.



I really miss my nephew. I was hanging out with him nearly every day the last couple of weeks before I left. It was so fun to play with him because I'd say absurd things to him, and he'd laugh and do the same. I also liked asking him about his dreams. That's right, his dreams! The kid remembers his dreams, and it's insane to hear a three-year old talk about what he dreamt. Ah, I'll have to settle for the silly photos and videos I have of him on my computer.