Today I opened my bottom drawer to get out a pair of jeans. The drawer opened with unusual ease. My jeans are in my suitcase.

Another time, not at a drunken 6:30am, I'll go into further detail about why it is that Spain will always have a place in my heart. Right now I'm overdosed on merriment, my shoes are dusty and I've got little more than this song running through my head:




This song is a techno-ized version of the song traditionally played by the bands that flow through the streets of any given Andalucían city during the religiously decadent week of Semana Santa.