Santos is my king, but Emma is the vice-queen for the Americas. Here she is coping with my social media-dependence by lying on my stomach, now and then eating my beard. And here is Owen
Santos is my king, but Emma is the vice-queen for the Americas. Here she is coping with my social media-dependence by lying on my stomach, now and then eating my beard.
And here is Owen lying at my feet.
Tomás spent the day suffering from all the wine we had yesterday. I didn’t mind getting a whole day with internet, so that was great!
Then it was time for some lunch for me. Unfortunately, I didn’t remember the vegan places that Tomás had showed me, so it became a good old pizza, and a beer. I found the beer a bit expensive, but then it was a litre! So good price, and, eh, took some time to finish.
Again, I managed to buy a family pizza. I hope Tomás want some!
I’m the worst tourist ever. I have no interest in statues or whatever that people must visit. But today, chance gave it to me. I needed new socks, and the closest place where they sold socks is the prison that the super-humble, cannabis-legalizing ex-president Mujica fled from during the dictatorship years. So we followed in his footsteps!
I’m not a huge fan of shopping centres, but inside a prison it’s very ok! Do you see the old gate in the distance?
The cheapest socks were at H&M, which, btw, is a Swedish company. I think their boss is our biggest taxpayer. OK, I love shopping in an old prison!
After shopping, we went to a gayfriendly bar owned by two Czech gays who somehow live her. Tomás and I are quite similar in being supergay-friendly most likely straight guys. Don’t ask me why, but I like it.
To the left is the Czech elixir Becherovka, topped with espresso. Tomás is having his first Irish coffee. I tried to warn him for the whisky, but my warnings went past his ears like drunk arrows.
In the evening, Tomás filled his lovely Vorwerk “Thermomix” cooking machine with ingredients. Lovely dinner!