vrijdag 25 juli 2008

I remember Spain.

My vaccation to Spain was perfect. The two weeks that I had were void of all ofice work, drab conversation and bland food.

I would wake up sometimes at noon, go to the beach and not begin my day until 5 pm. I would drink beer in the afternoon and eat paëlla in the evening.

I always get depressed when I come home.

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