Hasta la Próxima

From the private terrace outside the penthouse apartment we were given when the heat in the apartment we paid for didn’t work, it now looks like this version of us in Spain is about to come to an end. Except for some last-minute watercolor painting that “we” have to do and a couple of bars we haven’t hit yet, it’s time to say adios one more time to the:

One-way streets that are so close to being zero-way streets that I almost lost a part of an arm.

Products that are developed from objectively terrible concepts.

Awkward English translations of pretty simple phrases that could easily have been copied from signs in front of almost every store on the block.

Recognition that while a picture says a thousand words, sometimes it’s impossible to figure out which thousand words the picture is saying.