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Sweets

Aren't they just the correctest?








And one day Martin took us out in the Red Betty.






We paused to enchant an island.





Sweden says "hej hej."

A while ago the second-grade teacher asked me to print out drawings of maybe a garden, something for the second graders to color in "with pointillism" "that will take them a long time to finish."

So I hated everything I could find for free online, so I decided the real point of working with kids is to regress, so I drew:



The kids especially liked the kitten-squirrels in the tree, but my favorite is the rabbit-anteater-bear:



Tomorrow is a field trip! The other assistant and I had to plan games. Remember Red Rover? That is the absolute most fun but someone absolutely always gets hurt. Just like teaching adjectives by having the students describe one another.

Tourism!



I loved Porto. I think it's one of those cities that's been waiting for me for a while, so that even the pink guys in hats didn't bother me really. We also saw some local corners I wouldn't have found without Hannah or without getting lost. And oh the fishes we ate. So many creatures disappeared that weekend. Well.

But mostly we didn't photograph that place. Half the time I was by myself, which is a wonderful way to travel. But sometimes I was in Lisbon (no photos) and in Sintra's fantasy castles,


in the sweep of this force:





So let's drink sweet wine in the name of love.

"Pegs" Kraemer-Dahlin, downing a book a day.

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 part 2 part 2

Walking up to Bea's cave at night.



Bea is actually hyper beautiful, much more than mentioned by these pictures.



And --walking down from Bea's cave in the morning! I am wearing her dress: notice what the little man in the traffic sign is wearing.



This is why we would walk down the mountain:



Down down down.



Bless Granada.