The tables came out the other day. Lovely sunny Spring afternoon. Cool breeze, hitting about 22c.

As I was walking home with my paper bag full of groceries (actually, a few days till payday, so not that full!) and realized how comfortable I feel here; in Madrid; in Spain.

Unlike my years in B.P., I don't fear the people on the street (talking to them), or going into shops. Of course, B.P. is way off the curve. It is rare, if ever, that I see something and find myself saying, "Whaaa?" It's not surreal here.