los tres amigos: day 1, arrival.

Airport arrival. Beers? Of course. And a fucking uitsmijter. And a tosti kaas. And some klaverjas. And nausea bracelets. Then a flight.

Then waiting for luggage. And waiting for the shuttle to faraway parking. Then putting Fleetwood Mac's Rumours in the Renault Kangoo's CD player, where it would remain, unejectable, for the next 7 days (it's still there now as far as I know). Then driving into the mountains in the dark being impressed by rural strip club design. Making it to Ronda to find tiny bottles of beer from Málaga; a bottle of the same Rioja that I'd brought from Amsterdam; and frozen grocery store pizza waiting for us. Kind of just like home.

Then making a fire in the wood stove. Building a shopping list for the morning's grocery store run. Getting into to our perfectly cold beds.

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