Nacho

I’m afraid you will have to wait a little longer for a full-fledged post to come from this weary brain of mine. I am busy with work at the moment and taking all spare moments for reading, relaxing, and attending the festival, which is just outside my door.

Only 2 real things of note:

1. My Landlord’s name is Nacho.
   
2. Nacho and I have bonded. He stuck a rolled up poster through my back window screen as a gift. At first I thought he was using it to keep the screen propped open for the hose, but he told me this afternoon as he hooked up my gas that it is a gift! It is an old French print. You know, like the old stylized Absinthe posters with the black cats and so forth? Well, he was such a darling and gave me one of a monkey!! (I found this photo of it online.) Oh Nacho…

Wait, actually, I should also note that he was a boxer back in the days that he lived in NYC. This is just a tidbit to keep you intrigued. J I’ll tell you more about Nacho in the next full post. Fascinating man…

I should also note that the best Salsa band in the country is apparently playing at the festival this evening, and, lucky me, I get to hear and see the whole thing from right in my flat. This is because the festival is, I emphasize, RIGHT outside my door. Tada! Maybe I will record a little bit and post an audio clip with the photos tomorrow. I’m not sure I know how, but there ya go. Hmmm… I shall investigate.

Anyway, I’m off to go bake. I like to bake when I’m stressed, and now that it looks like I'm cookin with gas (forgive me!), apple pie is on the menu.

Best to all, and thank you for all your comments and feedback! Please keep it coming! Even emails are great.

Much love,

B