After Lunch

Every time I go to Spain, the after lunch time looks the same (and I am happy of that). Before the known Spanish siesta, which we never take, a ritual seems to come, especially if my grandma is at home. Mean my dad read the newspaper on the sofa, and my brother (when he is not sleeping, or working, or out…) is listening to music mean surfs on internet, my grandma and my mum start clearing the table. The “trips” to the kitchen just started. I really miss this time of the day; apparently it does not seem to have anything special, but is difficult to find that sensation anywhere else.

So, last time I was in Spain, I thought to bring those moments with me, so I will be able to feel that here in London. These are some pictures I took.