Good evening, everyone!
Like the Terminator, I’m back!
My second day here is almost coming to an end, and I’m exhausted.
Who would’ve thought unpacking and settling in could be so tiring?
So what am I doing in Spain?
Asides from my annual “womanhunt” for Javier Bardem, my Spanish mother insists the Daughter, the Son, and I join her during the summer.
And given she has an beach-front apartment, no one’s complaining.
Our days are spent laying in the sun, sitting on the balcony eating “churros,” and taking walks with Roxy.
The Significant Other, who hates the beach and the heat, has once again declined the opportunity to consume tapas and drink Spanish wine.
Yes, I know, he needs to have his head examined.
What can I say?
In any case, this leaves me with more time to search for Javier Bardem.