In an effort to peel off our winter crusts (because scabbing hides infection) we threw a color party in our flat. The theme was color both in defiance of winter and to encourage our guests to wear something other than slimming black. It didn't really work:
But I guess super beautiful people have flower faces anyway. See my housemates, Ivan and Elodie and Ewan, flanked by Gonzalo and Patri:
Elodie and I made colorful food. Some of it also tasted good.
I guess it was a good party. Our couch got moved. This is Rosanil who uses her excellent English to call me "little fellow."
Unfortunately I fell asleep with a headache a sore throat and jetlag early on, on a pile of coats.
Then Hannah came! We ate. She should live here.