My brother-in-law Andrew and my sister Alexandra at one of the caves of Sacromonte, with some gipsy playing and singing flamenco. This guy kind of sucked, plus he was absolutely hammered, but usually the people that play and sing are pretty good, especially considering that it's not like a concert or anything; they're just random people at random bars that decide to play and/or sing. Most of the time, others will start to do that flamenco clapping thing to accompany, and if there's a "cajon" around, someone'll start playing that, too. And if you're really lucky, the girl you went out with that night will turn out to be an expert flamenco dancer. She (Fanny) isn't in this picture, but she's in a few others.

Mesia and Fanny at some bar in Granada. Let me tell you about Granada. Each roughly 90 euro-cent beer you order comes with a tapa of your choice. All good, all free. 6 or 7 bucks gets you dinnner and a nice buzz. Then you hit the bars and/or clubs, where mixed drinks seldom exceed 4 or 5 euros and are usually around 3. Oh, and Sierra Nevada is 20 minutes away in one direction; the beach, 20 minutes in the other. When are we moving?

Mesia and Maria? with the radiotelescope in the background. 

Mesia and Maria? with those cool clouds in the background. 

Mesia and... Maria? with the radiotelescope in the background. 

Sierra Nevada again. 

A cool shot of the low cloud cover. On a clear day, you can see Africa from here. Seriously. 

Mesia, Whatshisname (Luisa's brother), Peydro and me at Sierra Nevada. 

Me, Pappen, Mahitena and Manresa drunk at Daily's. 

Peydro with his ubiquitous cigar and the aforementioned liter of whisky-coke, at el Tiko, of course.

Manresa, Pappen, Peydro, Mahitena, Julia and I at our favorite pre-club bar, el Bar Tiko; a whole liter of whisky-coke for 6 bucks. Can't beat that. 

Julia, Manresa, Peydro, Pappen and I at some bar. 

Calle Alcala, looking from Cibeles towards Sol/Gran Via.

The Palacio de Linares, taken from Cibeles. 

El Palacio de Comunicaciones, taken from Cibeles. 

Mirala, mirala, mirala, mirala, mirala... la Puerta de Alcala! 

Stoner ping-pong. Can't beat it. 

Getting ready for some serious hash smoking at Manresa's. 

Cantero, Pappen and Peydro at the Knight and Squire

After Christmas dinner; my sister, grandma, mom and I with Rosco and Yucca. 

Christmas dinner; my sister, grandma, mom and I. 

Christmas dinner at my Grandma's. My brother-in-law, Andrew, my sister Alexandra, my uncle, my grandma and my mom. 

Me, Mahitena and Manresa. 

Kiko, me and Llano. 

Claudia, Juan and Borja at the Hotel Velazquez.