Granada Pt.2 Pt.3

This is a cave where a bea hibernates.



And here where her guests carry their candles.



Outside the bea's bedchamber, a sink one must bring the water to and take the water from, and a gas stove.



Outside! You can sit here in the sun in the morning.



If you look left you see this:



And sometimes when you look down you see this!



And that is the end of the story of the bea and the two dirtylocks who lived up in the gypsy mountain.

granada pt. 2 pt. 1



So firstly, yah, we couldn't escape La Alhambra this trip. We couldn't get in it, either, but that's just so typical of omnipresences. Cuz Bea's cave home was up a mountain from whence the Alhambra was just always There. Plus if you go to Granada the Alhambra IS always there, in the good dark beer and in what people ask you about and in the heartz and soulz. So here, we got into the gardens, check it:



But most importantly we got around it.



You should wikipedia the Alhambra, man.

Papa said photos, put up photos. So! While I wait for photos of Lisboa from Hannah, and photos of floor-mosaicking from Rocío, and photos of last summer from Elen...let's look at pictures of music.

Did I even mention how nice my single day back in Berlin and reunion with Heiko was? It was about as pleasant as something exciting can be. We just mainly were near guitars. I sang along with Heiko at somebody's birthday party and at this concert here at a patio bar/gallery:



We are in a box. The door is supposed to be closed, the musicians only visible by screen and peephole, but since all the kids at the event were playing inside when it was time for Heiko to perform we let them stay. They played all the instruments I had been nervous about having to play while Heiko sang his songs, and then we all sang "Beat it" and it was REALLY FUN only we were all yelling and one littler girl started to cry. Which is why we put children, generally, in cradles and parks and not in boom boxes.

Onward! In November I met these lovely Swedish ukulelists, and because they are tall and beautiful and like Beirut and the Magnetic Fields I took them to Eszenas, that flamenco/tea/hippie/unlicensed place I always talk about.



They are Martin and Inti, and for this month we are in a band called The Autism. We hope the name does not sound mean, it is meant in homage.



So this is what some people look like these days!

In their old house, post-Rothko.


Monroe works on something awesome for his job teaching college classes to five year olds.





I, pre.

Was sea monkey unfurling in water glass.


No pictures of Peggy or pup, new house, monarch fields, the wild woods, music, forgive me.