Except for bikes and shoes, most things I have to borrow, and a camera happens to be one of those things. So, no pictures for now.

The morning began with oatmeal, consisting of apples and walnuts. Throw in some cinnamon, sugar, vanilla, and a half-pinch of salt, you have oatmeal that didn't come from the Quaker. Instead, we got to taste the tart baking apple that we picked up from the Farmer's Market in East Park of Pittsburgh (which will, ironically, be the camping grounds for protesters of the G-20). For me, the morning was continued with a home-roasted, hand-ground, Kauai-grown, moka pot brewed espresso, that gave me hints of mint at one point. Mint?! And, for whatever it's worth, I've never believed in the "notes" that winos and espresso junkies claim to be in their drink. So maybe I'm becoming a believer after all. All it took was making everything from scratch and fresh, that's all.