I'm not Spanish.

The weather's been pretty good lately. A little hotter than I'm used to, but that's summer for you. I'm not a fan of the heat. I prefer cold over it any day; winter is my favorite season. Living in southern California, we don't get any snow here, but it does rain a lot in the winter.

Elizabeth, Alex, and I met up last weekend to hang out at Lizzy's house. It's really old and has a lot of nooks and dark places in it. The house was built in the 1800's or something, I don't remember. It's fun to write in. Anyway, so while we were there, we found a photoalbum in the cellar that Lizzy's great-great-grandmother had made and gawked at the people in the photos. Lots of them looked a little stupid in their bonnets and dresses and suits in the hot weather, but one thing that stuck out to me was in almost every photo there was one of those streaks in the picture that happens when something isn't still during the whole exposure. They had some unruly children back in those days!

The stuffy old guys were on a farm or a plantation, yet not one of them wore farming clothes. I guess they just wanted to look their best. In one of the pictures that included a particular man, there was a sign in the background. It said something about a mission, like one of those Spanish missions back when California was part of Mexico, or at least part of it was. I couldn't tell which mission it was, but nevertheless, it was a very cool book.

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