El Cuarto Gris, the future gallery of our apartment, featuring photographs by Diego Casusol and I.
The flags wave me goodbye in anticipation of July 28th's independence festivities.
Last coffee with Daniel at the aeropuerto. I found out just hours before the flight that my Abuela Inés passed away, right before my family arrived in Madrid. To top it off, I would arrive in the middle of the funerary services, and wouldn't make it to Toledo in time. Needless to say, this was an emotional time for me, and as always, Daniel was there comfort me over conversation and a cup of coffee. He's been more than a friend, he's a part of my family. Lots of difficult goodbyes today.