Dispatch dispatch dispatch

I´m just on a little break from the stand-off between the kids and the pigs at Parque Forestal, where the punk rock feria (flea market) is meant to happen. I already had my 12 hours of blissful sleep (though my back is killing me--I wish I had brought my little portable massage thing!) and visited the Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes. The museum is the backdrop for the feria and the punk circus that happens here (pending the reaction of the caribineros) every Sunday. And the exhibits were great, but no time for that now.

Dispatch has also sent me to another manifestación pacífica! This one is an environmental thing about mining I think--Rafa send me the notice, and I saw the signs going up at Parque Forestal as I headed out to pick up my bike from outside this internet café.

I think this is it for checking in for the day. Know that I am happy and safe on my vacation, outside of time, outside of phones, loving the sun, fighting my shyness pero feliz, feliz, feliz.