In which there was: Medalla Lights & Magnas. (Or “magnums”.) Cobblestones and Pedro the cabbie. (“Pedro! You told me your name was Peter!”) Lazy cafes and bizarre bathrooms. Tapas and more tapas. Graffiti-ed bars and lap dances. Speeches on church steps and talking parrots. Salsa dancing and alley drinking. Inexplicable undergarment removing and unplanned stops. General debauchery and a good time had by all.
YAY, ak. t-minus almost three months!