Pancakes and Sunday

The story of the Pancakes:
So I brought a box of pancake mix and syrup as a gift to Isabel. They have something like pancakes here, but not in mix form. She was so confused. We made them last Saturday. I woke up to help and got really scared because she had accidently made the waffle recipe. I believe this is because she has a subconscious wish to put oil in everything. Also, she had blended the mix so it was thinner than normal. We cooked a pancake in a frying pan with ...oil. Much to my surprise the pancakes turned out to be tasty. Isabel liked the syrup; she said it was like honey. She also brought out wipped cream, as is the norm in Spain, she says. Success.

Today was really chill. I went to the church in Triana and there was a group of guests who led the program. At one point, someone asked everyone to stand who was not born in Spain, and over half of us stood up. I didn't realize, but there are a good number of people from South America, as well as several Americans and a couple from England.
Katherine and I took a walk to the Plaza Nueva and hung out in the open air market for a few minutes. It's thundering and raining now, but at least we had a nice weekend of sun.
Today was a good day.