Hey Aqualón!

I'm pretty sure anyone, who's ever watched Anchorman, heard of Jethro (Jasha) Tull, or put two and two together has uttered that above phrase upon entering Huelva. The poshest ir de compras in Huelva is located right on the port; buttressing the Dior kiosk is the biggest Zara store mein eyes have ever seen. The Phone House employees looked sad and lonely, and gave me the eye, the brown eye, so I bukowskid her.

Huelva is hot, hot, hot! Everyday it gets up to 27 degrees Celcius, for all you that don't 'habla español', use the following math formula to get the equivalent in Fahrenheit; 9/5C+32=F or 5/9F-32=C.

Wowwie Wow Wow!

In other news, the Italianos speak the English better than the Spanish; which runs wholly counterintuitive to what us Americanos might imagine.

Drinking gazpacho out of a glass is ill.
Pressed Cheese Sandwiches are a delight.
It will be even nicer when I'm chilling in a piso (apt.)

not one
not two
but three album posts today coming up!