Smells of woodfires cooking fish on the beach
This guy is not all there. He repeated a story 4 times about his cousin working in films then muttered something about Tony Montana. Despite the scowl he wanted to have his picture taken.
I get a kick out of the senior spaniards in lycra doing their workout on public exercise equipment.
I stayed with Valerio, an eccentric artist I met four years ago, in his gallery. He also enjoys singing U2 on his balcony to passersby wearing a wig.
Curo remembered me from all those years ago, but this time I could understand his Andalusian accent. My Spanish had clearly improved.
The man in the photo had the thickest accent ever. Incomprehensible. We had a short conversation.
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