Starts early and then slowly eases into a mid morning siesta.

Upon waking, I am met with fresh apricots and a creme brulee style prepration of chocolate croissants.

As I eat, Stefan starts his rigorous calesthenics.

Off for a walk. Pizza is the plan for lunch. Excellent.

I am very appreciative of Baba Dora. She still hangs with me, takes me places, despite our big, fat language barrier. It’s almost a non issue. We let go and give in to the reality. And it is all ok. A common bond with the babe makes things extra ok.

Poor Stefan. He is a total New Englander, climate wise. In this Mediterranean type weather, he is always sporting a sweat slick.

Off to an art gallery next. There is a Bulgarian-American photographer from Chicago who is showing at a local gallery. Right on.