I spent a week in Andalucía with my friend Glenn and a fair bit of my family, gathered for my cousin's wedding in Córdoba (how's Cuba treating you, Ray?). I don't know if there was a heatwave or it's always that hot in summertime, but my ability to function between 9am and 9pm melted away every day. The word siesta has now a much sharper meaning to me...
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