The children are now self-described "pigeon trainers."  They bring bread up to the park behind our house, put a crumb on each of the fenceposts that surround the playground, and somehow get the pigeons to hop up and "tightrope walk" from post to post.  One particular pigeon named "Stick Up" because of a wayward tail feather, apparently beats the rest of them.

Alec got the elusive "NIE" today---a national identification number, and the rest of us should have ours on Friday.

Myron and I took the kids to CosmoCaixa, the fantastic science museum that's not too far from our house.  Raquel stayed back to clean---she's scoured the place from top to bottom already.  "I cannot stand other people's filth!" she says.  It seemed clean enough to me, but I'm not complaining about the help either.