I am writing this while sitting on the couch watching Breaking Bad. Clearly, my European summer is no more and I’m hoping that the exhilarating lives of Walter White and Jesse Pinkman will keep my brain occupied enough to forget that Ladurée is 5,546 miles away, the Hotel Allegro Granada is 5,933 miles away, and…
In Spain, McDonald’s doesn’t smell like aggressive amounts of high cholesterol with subtle undertones of streak mark underwear. The McFlurries are infinitely better and they offer potato wedge fries. America, step it up. We arrived in Granada yesterday after a whirlwind 64 hour (3 nights, 2 days) trip to Madrid. All of us were shocked…
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