Irinuca with earrings

I had a pretty nice dream. Not as beautiful as my “colonial America” one, but in top 5, I’d say. It also has to do with travel, I was somewhere on the imaginary border between Germany and France, a huge river was a sort of natural frontier, and incredibly beautiful bridges were there. Everything was so magnificent like the jungle sometimes can be or like some of my impressions from some Garcia Marquez's books. Another dream full of light and, I like to believe, of hope. Also kind of strange, because of the timing, I was rather expecting a nightmare, I might have a strange (let’s call it like this) day at work today.
I just realize that this blog looks somehow like his calendar, May 12, week 19, Friday, Freitag | Vendredi. Well, with some more pictures.
He made bread, again, and pizza. Yummy!

I keep thinking of my cousin, I know stories since she was a child and now she has a child on her own. Well, this is natural, you’ll say, but I don’t know, sometimes I don’t see myself completely mature and now, when people of my generation have children, I find it kind of weird, and fascinating. But maybe when you’re a parent, you don’t have so much time to think about it.