Spring is here

Life is skittles, life is beer, and, where possible, life is adultery. There’s a lovely bit in Enrique Jardiel Poncela’s But … were there ever eleven thousand virgins? where he says that amor is Spanish for two people eating stew together. Resistance is futile, my dear, particularly with the roses up in the Cervantes gardens coming along so nicely. (The gates are scaleable and you don’t get chased by guards like in the gardens of the Pedralbes palace. If you do, make sure you at least keep hold of your keys.)

Related posts

• Home is where your head is
• Merchant of Texas
• Sant Jordi: al fresco is in
• Non-existent roads on Spanish maps
• Desde que te perdí

Comments

Feeds: RSS2 · Atom

Trackback link.

Tell me if the spam dragon gives you a hard time. Log in if you want to be really foul.