Today we went to the beach. It was a really nice break from all the scheduled visits and such. Also, I had Italian food, so that was cool. Spanish food really confuses me. I'm pretty sure that Spanish people eat more bread and more fried things than most people I know, but they are also about 10 times thinner. By fried things I mean fried potatoes (like patatas bravas), fried calamari, and fried peppers. Basically, bar food. We have had copious amounts of bread with just about every meal, tons of potatoes, and not that many vegetables. I think I have eaten a bocadillo, a kind of sandwhich, everyday for the past two weeks. The kind of bocadillos don't really change either-ham, cheese, chorizo, and tortilla espanola. That last one really gets me. I can't imagine wanting an incredibly large omelette of potatoes and peppers on my sandwich. Basically, I have never wanted fruits and vegetables more in my entire life.
I really really like this landscape. This is exactly the kind of place I dream of going when I'm stuck on the East Coast in the spring months. It just looks so Mediterranean.
Gorgeous. I think this is close to Malaga.
Incredible.
A really pretty shell that I later sat on and broke. Pretty typical.
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