these days are soooo hot that I can't bake anything.

in fact, I can't do anything at all....

after spending sooo many days in the same lazy mood, i have made some peach ice cream,

by the way, if you know the weather man, tell him i need a weather change, i think my neurons are just wandering like amoebas in my head without any direction.

it was really good!

last week, we went to listen Mark Eitzel 

at the cloister of Tarragona's cathedral.

he is a very happy guy, perhaps as happy as Woody Allen. 

Mark Eitzel – Why I'm Bullshit 

i've been to Canary Islands!

that's the way we say goodbye when we leave home

Skip James – Devil Got My Woman

today i needed to change my everyday routine, so i've driven a hundred kilometers south to spend the day in the Delta of the Ebre River (uh! this translation sounds very strange for me!)

i consider this place as my particular bluesland. i enjoy driving throw the rice fields listening charlie patton or son house like if i was around clarksdale (MS) driving throw the cotton fields.

there was a celebration there: local people planted rice 

in the traditional way.  There was music, people and loooots of mosquitos. It was very very hot and Pàmpol went crazy looking for some shade. As he has been a good boy, he has had a big reward!