I am looking down at the green river with a cold wind blowing in the window. Below 30 degrees means you wear jeans. Sometimes you sweat for a while, but it might cool down later in the evening, for example, and you don't want to get cold.

Fado is partially curled up below me, while Mara has gone to work. He is very low key, and doesn't get in your face most of the time. He doesn't have to walk in my room and scratch himself. Although this morning, the first morning I am here with him alone, he came to my door when I got up, looking excited. Then lay on his cushion and looked at me out of the corner of his eye the entire time I was brushing my teeth and trying to generally make myself presentable enough to sit in my own living room.

I have now aided and abetted the exact thing that annoys me: dogs peeing on every corner of every building and every post or garbage can. I think Fado is looking at me because I actually volunteered to take him for a walk the other day. I believe this might be the first time in my life I have walked a dog. Their world is very interesting. No... in fact it is extremely dull, but interesting that they are interested in it. It is a world completely revolving around smells, most of them urine. It was quite a feat, that he managed to retain or keep producing enough of it to keep peeing on all the various things on which he wanted to leave his mark. Amazing.

This is one of the very few types of dogs I could possibly genuinely like. It is believed to be part border collie and that is why. He is bigger than they are but has the same hair and white and black. Mara found him on the doorstep of a church in Portugal and rescued him. Anyways he is really cute and makes me laugh. My understanding of how to deal with them is a bit stunted though... he came into the kitchen and started to eat from his bowl, and when I was going to leave, I wondered if I should leave the light on for him or not. It felt rude to turn the light off while he was in there!

I did a circle along the river and across and back over the two bridges on either side of us. I took Oscar by surprise, as he happened to look up as I was passing the door of El Faro on my way back. (This crazy woman who goes off to Lebrija and can't decide if she is staying in Sevilla has now gone and got a dog?!)