Woke up around 7:20, scrolled Instagram a little (ugh hate this for me). By 8:40, boredom had fully set in, so I tried to nap and was woken by birds.

Finally got out of bed around eleven. Today’s breakfast spread: everything I have mentioned since we returned from Lanzarote. By twelve I housewived: laundry was up on the roof, flapping in the sun while Jannis worked and chatted with some Irish colleagues downstairs. Goethe kept silent.

Twenty euros spent on El Niño tickets—twenty euros won!!!!!.

Then it was time for the journal and a little lofi in the background, the house getting drawn and colored in my notebook while Jannis surprised me with small Tres Reyes gifts!!! Got a kombucha and my fave date and nut bars! ❤️

Jannis went into the bedroom for yet another meeting. I cooked, shivered, cried a little, shivered again, panicked over whether I’d get the Volo (and then whether or not to take it), then after a couple hours of meetings finally ate (I have a weird thing about eating by myself don’t @ me).

We took a coffee and a Napolitana up to the roof afterward—warm sun, gentle breeze, the whole building up there gathering, everyone claiming a little corner. We stretched out on my yoga mat and let the warmth sink in. so good. I’m never ready to go back down and add 30 layers of clothes and a hot water bottle for that reason we quickly moved on to the next warm spot: La Lectora. No roscon was left, so tea and chocolate became the consolation. Jannis went heavy on sugar, bouncing around.

Bedtime rituals included La que se avecina. Dinner: bread and frozen tortilla. I could buy seventeen more of these nom noms because, omg have you tried a mercadona tortilla de patatas? You’ll understand once you have.

La que se avecina again, dessert in bed, Commercial break, but who cares. More La que se avecina, then porridge once, porridge twice, before I finally slept.