This weekend Geoffrey made a solar oven and cooked potatoes in it.I don't understand why Andalucians say every year as if it's a big surprise, Que calor!" (What heat!) It is high 30s. Pepa is cooking tortilla at 10:30 am, because she says she has to get everything done early - the ironing, the cooking. Otherwise you die. The right hand side of my computer screen is invisibel, as I broke it last night running. Nobody runs if they are late in Andalucia. I should not have been either. Marcelino arrives late for his class most days, as he has more cell phone towers out of order due to heat. Except yesterday I had promised Sachiko to help take money at the door for her show. Her and Ayumi, also my friend, were dancing, along with a Japanese guitar player. I went out with them afterwards and was the only one at the table who only knew "konichiwa" and "toshokan ikemas". The guitarist (20 years old - incredibly talented) and his younger brother (18 - a palmero), share an apartment with a French-born Persian boy (also a pammero) and a German dancer who is girlfriend of the guitarist. She speaks a little Japanese and the Persian guy speaks a suprirsing amount. Besides Sachiko and Ayumi, there was Megumi, an Italian of evidently half JJapanese heritage. Also a dancer. Thank God I could impress them at least with toshokan ikemas. OR make them laugh, rather. Anyways, it is not just because they are my friends, but these two girls dance far better than most foreigners I've seen in Seville. That is because they are genuine and people of emotional depth, who are there for more than showing off. Of course that is also why I have ended up being friends with them.  Well, it is off to take my computer to PAco, and see what he can do for it. It will be more difficult than last time - taking mold out of the inside. I can only barely see the button to pres for posting this, and am typing without being able to see half the words.