What can we say? We kicked off Spain right. Found a cute set up in a second home community of the Blanco coast, and spent the next four days grazing at the local markets. They overflowed with the FATTEST produce. Clearly a product of regular siestas under the hot Spanish sun. I could tell you about the peaches, but would end up rambling a little too much, and, well, lets just say it would probably sound pervy. Not as pervy as the bare wangs and teeny speedos at the beach, but the mediterranean water was so inviting and warm, we accepted the aging scenery for what it was.
The late setting sun never failed to paint the entire sky with hot swirls of light as we gazed on from our porch. You gotta love a country that serves up wine from large wooden casks in nearly every store.
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