in the beginning...
there was an urge to go away.
place and country chosen at random. a simple ad in the local newspaper.
simple and pure, strong at heart. meat and blood.
raw and simple.
it eats your willpower. tinto de verano, fortunas, gambas del ajillo, flan. conversation, smoke, dark voices, El Mundo.
so simple, yet so deeply red, like the pumping of my own heart.
flamenco, bullfighting. so sensual, such death, so simple and banal; so beautiful and deep.
Espana, I will always love you.
my first adventure, and possibly, my last.