I do not have much to say. I suppose I could write about the strange thoughts I've been having in the metro lately. I may be becoming a zombie. If that is the case, the proper way to record my deteriorating, distorted mental state would be in the yellowed pages of a filty diary. More than likely, strange thoughts are result of too much coffee, not enough sleep and the lack of oxygen in the metro. What kind of undead killing machine keeps a weblog anyway? Does it write reflections on the effects of staying up too late programming?! I am too much of a wiener to become a zombie. It is both sad and reassuring.

So here are some pictures. Most of them are from Friday:

A view from my window:



Another view from my window:


The door of the building we live in:


Alex eating the late lunch I mentioned before:


A photo for my dad, because I know how he loves pictures of food (arroz con calamares en su tinta, rice with squid in its ink):


Itchy tasty

How's that for internet validation? Some bullshit and then pictures.