Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.*

The blog has been lonely the past few days as I have been a bit ill. Lying in bed, clutching my sore throat, drinking gallons of water and OJ. I have been going to farmacia after farmacia miming, "my tonsils are disgustingly infected and hurt." But so far, have only found some sort of mouthwash containing castor oil. I am feeling better today though, so here are a few more photos.

One thing that I will discuss more when my mental faculties are up to speed, is the fact that the graffiti in Barcelona is not what it was three years ago. But here are a few cute pieces. Oh, and the first one, that is how my throat feels, like I am swallowing shards of a broken vinyl record. Yum!

Woodshadows*

These are some required pictures of the inside of my apartment building. The stairwell is decorated with green tile, the stairs are slippery-smooth marble, and the doors are rich mahogany. We live on the tercero floor, which, according to sneaky Spanish custom, is actually the 5th floor. Happy legs.

...through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.*