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Discovering a loft at work and finding two Christmas trees up there. Making a grand total of THREE trees at work!

Tash’s two scoops of ice cream.

When the waiter sang loud Italian songs.

Misty fields early in the morning on the way to the airport. Which took me to…

Malaga! I spent the rest of the day wandering around the old town, listening to opera singers in the street, siesta-ing in my cutesie hostel, eating tapas and looking at Picasso’s. 

The nice waiters at the vegetarian restaurant. It feels way less hassley here than I expected.