A time to rest

yeah, I was hit harder than I thought.
I slept all afternoon, took a break to walk around the neighborhood and now I'm going back to sleep.I had an exhaustive list of accumulated hours printed on my forhead, and only now I get to erase some.
It is very nice here. There is the ex-miss-Bogotá-now-landlord Esperanza, her playful granddaughter Sofia, my Aunt, her boyfriend Germán and a couple of other university sudents.

It is quiet and just 15-20 minutes away from the heart of the city.
They told me that the weather improved critically since yesterday, which means I got lucky, given that my huge bag is filled just with very light stuff, and not a single sweater [I came prepared for Morocco, where I'll arrive to next week].
Anyway I walked around and took a couple of snaps before dark; didn't go far, actually just 5 blocks down and up a street called Calle de Conde de Peñalver.

I like it here, a nice vibe reign over the air.
The music blended with the dim light of the afternoon, and I was really enjoying the very soft chilled breeze that was blowing through the streets –the people were all out walking, going about their stuff; it's a nice feeling after being stuck so long at a place where walking is a part of an exercise not a possibility of transit.

Well, tomorrow I won't be going to Valencia, rather this coming Saturday, so I plan on waking up very early and taking some morning pictures at el Prado.
Hope everyone is formidable and healthy,
kind regards,