The rain in Spain does not fall in Cadiz, Canos de Mecca, Tarifa or Malaga.
Spain was absolutely incredible. Words do it no justice. They cannot describe the extreme levels of CHILL. You are in a cocoon of "No pasa nada" from the getgo, and its just sooo soft. Like a really nice micro-fleece blanket that you wear like a cape as you galavant the town from El Musee del Jamon to the bars of your choosing. Or maybe you use it as a napkin when the 4th box of Don Simon gums up your gears and some of it ends up on your chest. However the CHILLness of the culture works its way into your personal experience, because it definitely will, it fits in snuggly, like the last piece of a puzzle you didn't know you were working on, on a table you didn't know you had, in a house you probably don't own but are definitely welcome in. Oh and their chief concerns seem to be cold beer and olives. God dammit those olives!
Anyways here are a few pics, the rest are on facebook. Again, I really love taking pictures while traveling. I really love taking pictures anyway. But its sort of an all or nothing affair for me. Either I come back after 1.5 weeks away to Amsterdam and the south of Spain with 2 thousand carefully composed images and one eye much tanner than the other, or I come back with 10o or so snapshots wearing less of a perma-eyepatch and a bigger smile. Awww. Judge them as you will. Cheers.
btw, these are loaded in reverse. So the first pictures are in Malaga and the last are in Cadiz.




Gotta give proper respect to Mr. D Murph on the dogshot. Not trying to steal your thunder. Yours are better. But they make damm good subjects don't they??