The things I've been to busy to note.

No luck finding time or free wifi lately. Not since Mérida. Since then: Lisbon, where we happened on to one of the biggest holidays and street parties of the year; Porto, where we heard a piano concert in Koolhaas's Casa da Musica (and where Jacob Ernst wore long pants) and where I learned to get past the decay of the city and discover a charming city; Santiago de Compostela, where we were given a warm welcome and an hours-long visit to the construction site of Eisenman's City of Culture - a building that seemed to me simultaneously beautiful, tragic, and exhausting; León, where Mansilla and Tuñon's MUSAC and auditorium were the main draw, and where several of us attended a harrowing two-hour theatre performance of La Fura Dels Baus, in which we were all subjected to a simulated hostage-taking; and on to delightful Burgos today , where I truly wish we had more time just to be, not to see anything in particular.