Love does not fit in boxes, it cannot be held, nor confined. It doesn't know justice and does not have answers. But it weighs when felt, when it fills the human heart, when moving. I feel a love these days, a diffuse tender love. For my brother and ana who spent most of their day in Madrid helping me move, for Sara with whom i share cafés, secrets, and laughter. For a man far away, who i wish many beautiful sentences, for my friends in the world who have been so sweet & attentive in these strange times. And for my friends here, new and old, who are making Madrid my home again.
Sara and I liked the first house we visited. It's in Barrio Chamberi, Calle Breton de los Herreros. We moved in on the 30th. Sara is working everyday on a mural of a wave at a bar that has it pre-opening night tonight: Calvario, on Calle Calvario..
Last day in Calle Toledo. Too early for Guishi
First visit to the new house :: Expo at Calle Alcala. Grabados.
la Latina :: Signing paperwork.
Drawing and writing at La Pialo:: Our bikes!
Café & Tosta at Guishi
Barbeque at Calvario : Sara at work
La Latina. Exit.
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