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Up by 11:00 or so. Coffee and a piece of toast in a crowded bakery a few blocks away.

I took all my things out of my room yesterday. Somebody was moving in, taking my place. She showed up with all her luggage, left, returned five minutes later, said her boyfriend didn't like the place (too old, brothel across the street), and left.

On Saturday, there had been incredibly strong gusts of wind. Doors opening or closing suddenly, clouds skittering across the sky. Yesterday, you could see dirt strewn on the streets from toppled flowerpots, wayward leaves.

I'll stay in Cáceres till the end of the week, putting up flyers, waiting for somebody to call.

Visits to a couple of offices: an accountant at the university (It's going to take longer than we thought, the director has to write another report.), the police (You can stay in Spain until April 30th, or you can request a visa extension.).

I walked through the new part of the city, looking up at apartments with sunny corner balconies and plants.

Stopped at a cafe, and had a coffee (un café con leche, largo de café).

I picked up the guitar today, and played a fragment of a variation from Fernando Sor, trying to listen.