Working at an Andalusian patio *requires* an iced coffee, if you're crazy enough to attempt this in the middle of the day...

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...