No Siesta

Thur, Sept 4

While everyone else took a siesta, Velma and I powered through and wandered the streets of our neighborhood. So different than our hoods at home. We had a couple missions: find me some underwear, her lipstck and a wedding purse, Megan nail polish and check out a church that was included in our cathedral ticket. 

We accomplished all of it wirh time to spare. Mary and Velma loose in Spain laughing our way through the maze of narrow streets. We've shared so much over the years. The church was beautiful but in a dark way. It almost seemed oppressive to us. 

I do have a confession that pains me. Navigation is likeg a game to me and I normally enjoy the challenge, but here I just haven't been able to get the hang of it.