I don't know if I said it but my hair is like 3 different bobs and I realised yesterday it needed doing something about. You don't cut layers, apparently, by sectioning off levels on your scalp and cutting the hair there to end at different points in space. Oh well.

Today I am going hiking with Mara and some of her friends.
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And I just got back from an utterly fabulous day hiking in the Sierra Norte de Sevilla. A misty day that felt like Vancouver turned sunny, and we could hike part of the time in long sleeve t-shirts. Mara, Daniela, Ricardo (both Brazilenos) and Felipe (Belgian but of Spanish ancestry) as well as Faro, fit in Mara's car and once there picked up bocadillos (sandwiches made out of an entire small loaf of bread - me and Mara has serranitas - roased pork, jam and roasted pepper (green, fresh roasted in a frying pan without oil). The town was El Pedroso, and the countryside was like that (rocky). It was rolling and quite dry with a mix of olive and alcornoque (oak), both of the bellota (nut) and the cork kind. It was cool to see Ricardo so fascinated by seeing cork for the first time. We were all pretty excited by the pigs we came across. Not wild, but they were Ibericos, by Mara's estimation. Being a biologist, and familiar with this area, she was able to tell us about various things. All of them are biologists, actually. The pigs are the grey kind, of medium size. They were very funny, as I've rarely seen pigs firsthand. Daniela, Felipe and I even climbed a tree.