Dorothy, we're not in Kansas anymore...

we're in B A R C E L O N A ...where the wind comes sweeping down the plain (jamon con queso) and the wavin' wheat (hot boys everywhere-need a neckbrace) can sure smell sweet (not in the alleys in the Borne) when the wind comes right behind the rain (mas wind, no rain-for now)...

vale (spanish for OK), just being silly...viva Espana!

view from my flat-look at the Arc de Triomph-gorgeous!