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Ok I've been back from Spain for a week, but right now, just this morning, is my first glimpse of free time. I went straight back to work as soon as I got back in town, and have been going full speed the whole time.

So the trip was great. The first 3 days were spent mostly drunk in Granada, the last night of which consisted of a 19-year-old challenging me to a drinking contest. I tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn't listen to me. So, I thought I'd make it fair and drink a beer and a glass of whiskey for every beer that he drank. He ended up puking outside the bar, and I was walking the streets of Granada at about 4.30am singing the Italian national anthem.

The next day we drove up through the mountains, to these little villages that are the highest-altitude settlements in Spain, clinging to the sides of the mountain. It's really beautiful.

The next day was up the coast to a little beach town, I forget the name of it, where we ate loads of fish.

The day after that, we drove up to Valencia, which is a really cool town. Loads to see, great food (it's the birthplace of paella, you know), and a ridiculous huge awesome market. I won't bore you with the details, but basically, if it's food, they have it. Awesome.

We were in Valencia for 2 days, then drove from there to Madrid, with a stop off in Cuenca, where they have the hanging houses, these buildings that were built right up over the edge of cliffs, with the terraces just suspended out there over the gorge. Pretty amazing.

Then to Madrid, where we met up with some friends and wandered around tapas bars eating and drinking. Pig's ear is pretty tasty, just so you know.

Then I flew home.

Got in around 11pm. Henry, his girlfriend, and his dad were sitting around the kitchen table sipping beer and whiskey, so I joined them, and pulled some remnants of their Thanksgiving dinner out of the fridge and had a bit to eat.

The next day was back to work. And that just is, what it is.