Today I found dried black beans at the market and cooked them up into a tasty black bean soup. I have waited months for this day.

Yesterday Isaac, Jackson, Cesar (the new kid from Chicago), and I biked down to the beach. On the way we stole fresh ripe nectarines and apricots off the trees. We met Yoli, Joanna, Jose, and Joniker for lunch on the sand and then paddle boat action in the ocean. I realized that I like the ocean so much more in the Canaries because it is less salty than the Mediterranian.

Tomorrow I hope Jac and Dad arrive, but flights are full.

Approximately 50 days until I walk into the Minneapolis Saint Paul International Airport. I know how it smells. The shift nob of the WRX will be hot in my hand. My room's wood floor will creak as I walk in. I will have Boca product for dinner out on the porch. Then I will miss my climbs here.