Last night we watched the Republican National Convention in Spanish,
full moon crossing the cloudy sky. It's winter, bitter cold when the sun goes down, but bright and blue during the day. I enjoy the Midwestern-like weather.
It's my job to buy the media Luna's or croissants for breakfast, so must
momentarily go for my morning walk past colonial houses. At 9 am, Baires is
just waking-up and the street cleaners say "Bueno" to me. Now, to see what the day unfolds.
One of Tom's colleagues wants to invite us all over. Yas wants to take the children to art
class at the museum.
I hope today I get to visit the birds I've made friends with at the park: pigeons and parquits
banished from the jungle by deforestation. They live in the evergreen tree and eat
fruit the same color and size as the paraquit. I must find the name of the tree.
I hope your day unfolds in a great way.
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