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a few other notions to share regarding spain:

mullets!! or is it mulletts!!! get ready cause they're coming here and soon too—the mullet in all its hip glory: man, woman, child...nobody is spared. and the shocking thing is, they work.

ham comes in many many many forms. some are tastier than others.

and while we had no use for our preservativos, the swappers in my apartment (cause i had some spaniards stay there while we were staying in their pad) may have—since i found flyers for scores (a strip club) around the joint as well as piles of double a batteries. everywhere i looked. little double a's. i pray to lord jesus and mohammad too—let these have been for a ditigal camera and not for nefarious use. or maybe that's the same thing.

k needed double a's a lot, but that was to take pictures of vistas. did i mention the vistas knocked me out? i love that hot, rugged desert topography, olive trees as far as you can see, heat that feels like you're baking right down the to the bone. my feet got really tan. i feel nearly spanish.

the first night there we met a guy named luis, a journalist (he alleged) who baited me into a bit of a scrap about israel. i didn't want to scrap cause i'm all about the love and so said, 'can we talk about something else, i'm on vacation, this is the first night, and i don't want to fight no more' (lots of tina turner quoting on this trip, along with lucinda wms, bob dylan and others, we're making a cd of songs that kept popping into our heads—mostly lucinda's passionate kisses, as in at the alhambra, it was gorgeous, sumptous and we said, should't i have this AND passionate kisses...and the truth is i should: so should k. so should you. so here's my plan and don't steal it: i'm going to marry a member of the spanish royal family or a finnish guy who works for nokia. and, if you want the cd, lemme know).

a music related digression: one day we were singing a song by bob dylan from the album hurricane... later that very same day we wandered about town and came upon some graffitti. i wondered what it was, the words, what they were from...and k figured it out it was lyrics to the exact song we were singing. bizarro.

back to luis who pulled down his trousers in the bar to ask us to confirm that he had a nice ass. it was alright, i suppose, though k seemed like she was blinded by the site. then he took us to a gypsy bar which was too loud and he flamenco clapped while we stood against the wall. it was called 'blackjack' and was not that interesting. and he also told us that american girls only sleep with foreign men if they're really really drunk cause they're so uptight and fearful. we were really really drunk on some nights and didn't sleep with any foreign men. so that makes us...tired and wanting sleep.

sometimes spain seemed like the kind of place i'd want to go on a honeymoon, which means my other honeymoon itinerary (driving from trieste down the croatian coast and then a ferry back across to italy and up that coast) has been usurped. maybe if me and mr nokia get together we will go to spain to celebrate. u come too.