Sunny Days Mean…

Sunny days mean: fresh orange juice. Six to make a full glass. The peels are stackable, three to a pile as you finish juicing them, one by one on the counter. Almost like a math equation. If you have six oranges and one glass, what do you get? A glass full of orange juice and four piles of juiced out peels. Math I like. 

Of Picnics, Parks & Second Hand Shops

Most of my favourite days, ever, have been a result of half baked plans. Of knowing where we’re starting but not quite sure where we’re going and how we’re going to get there, but just being ready to go. Saturday was like that. Claudia and I took an early afternoon bus into Madrid, with the beginning plan of having a picnic in El Retiro park (where I promised myself, again, that one of these days, I’ll venture into the library there, because: library in a park. Can you think of anything more perfect?) So we stopped by a Rodilla’s for our picnic before hopping on the metro to start our day.