Casa

Warm sunlight lay upon the hacienda called Casa Grande.

La Casa De Papel is the best Spanish series.

Mi casa, su casa.

The facade of Casa Batllo, one of seven works by Catalonian architect Antoni Gaudi, has an organic skeletal quality leading locals to refer to it as the House of Bones, in Barcelona.

Mi casa es su casa.

It's the 26th of April of 2025. After 17:00, I decided that I should resume my exercises of reading Spanish aloud. I look to the book, El eterno regreso a casa, by Ursula K. Le Guin. The story is set in the far future, wherein people live like Natives once again.

Today's a cloudy, yet sunny day, the 13th of May of 2025. Yesterday and today, I went to the garden neighbourhood at St. Albans Road to enjoy the scenery and the big Roman Catholic church there, which I have visited maybe the 11th time this spring. The big admirable purple-bloom tree nearby is probably not a Jacaranda, but maybe a Paulownia, an Empress Tree. Nevertheless, it's like saudade for me about South America. I often visit the major worship hall and the smaller Adoration Chapel, where I noticed that at the right front the statue of the Virgin Mary is holding the Child at her arms, and they are not standing side by side, as I imagined from memory. At the big worship hall, there are two crucifixes, one at the front centre and one at the front right, both draped in white cloth. There are Filipinos in the parish. By the way, it's now Pope Leo XIV. I'm really tending to Animism-Buddhism in my Syncretism. I visited Tim Hortons café here on Lulu Island several times during the day to enjoy an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk, an Iced Classic Lemonade, Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes, an Iced Coffee with oat milk, and a Wild Blueberry Muffin. Today, at home, I'm reading bits from Spanish speculative fiction, El eterno regreso a casa, by Ursula K. Le Guin. I read aloud for oral practice. I'm also looking at an online Esperanto dictionary to ameliorate my green vocabulary.

Get out of my casa!

I saw that Enriquez had made no attempt to modernize the old casa, and that even the garden was left in its lawless native luxuriance.

Chuffy: WHAT? No, no, no, no, no. My casa is your casa, what?