Well, work and vacation have blurred, quite like how watercolour paints run into each other but I’m blaming summer. On the occasional day, I curse Barcelona, the lethargy that sets into this city as soon as the sun soars can be quite shocking for someone who primarily operates professionally in the more ‘efficient’ countries of England or France. I still don’t have many friends, but my attempts have been so feeble I honestly have no place to complain, regardless, it makes me sad sometimes. I’m tired of trying on bikinis and sending photos to faraway friends rather than just stepping out and doing a twirl for an opinion from a friend right there. Usually, I wax lyrical about Barcelona and especially this time of year, but I want you to know that like all cities, there are downsides that slumped me especially hard this week. But then, but then there is the beach and bikinis like these and a sun that never stops shining, a Sunday so close on the horizon, and a lovely boyfriend who keeps me away from lonely. And be it a tropical print on my derriere or a spontaneous lunch with Biba at my feet and my hand in his or the work projects that keep me running creatively, moments like those quickly melt all the hassles, all the frustrations away. So yeah, it’s hard to keep up with summer here and by keep up, I mean physically tuck myself beneath my desk inside to work, but it’s a struggle I will mostly welcome. Everything else is just Spain being Spanish and even that, I’m okay with. I love Spain, I love summer, the lunches I eat at Salt when we shoot photos like these, the ridiculously late nights with midnight dinners, even the excessive sweating is far preferable to the sad scarf days. I’m happy, somewhat frustrated but content with the minor hassles that too often shouldn’t be considered much at all. I realize I’m rambling, but I feel quite chaotically joyful, which makes no sense, but then again, neither do I!