tienes bailar?

So Jonny came to visit. We chilled in Sevilla for most of the time. It weather was still real nice and warm, so we rented a car named Pepe, a Nissan Micra 5-speed diesel with unbelievable pick-up to head to the beach. Drove down the coast past Jerez and Cadiz to Tarifa, pretty much as far south as you can get in Spain. Further south then Gibraltar. you can see Morocco and its where the ferries to tangiers leave from, although we decided to stay in spain because we would probably die in morocco, knowing us and the combination of bad decisions that would promptly ensue. tarifa, as we found out for ourselves upon arrival is renowned as the windiest place in europe. great. its huge for kite surfing, which is ridiculous, and looks about 1000 times harder than regular surfing (which is already too hard for poeple like us) because it heaps on the complications of windsurfing and flying one of those ridiculous stunt kites. so for all these wind bums its paradise. for us its just too cold to go swimming and sand is hitting me in the face right now. it is pretty cool to stand there and feel the south(?) mistral wind blowing across the strait of gibraltar. thinking about the mythological implications of hercules and ulysses and the warm air blowing accross from Africa. Africa: joder. we spend one night there, supposedly night life is awesome in the summer. it felt like winter on cape cod in march even though the weather was on the upswing already. the other cool thing that the wind has done in tarifa is to create a huge dune. the wind blown in the same direction most of the time so the sand blows accross and piles up on the other side of the cove. there are all these full grown trees that are 2/3 buried. The dune shifts throughout the year. It's pretty cool.
we drove, well i drove, down the costa del sol to marbella. its so built up its hideous. we then turned north to go through the sierra morena mountains. there was this legendary bandit, el Tempranillo that lived up in there and used to stop everyone going through in the early 1800’s on the route to Ronda. Ronda is a cool town. it looks just you would imagine a town with a bandit roaming the hills in the distance. there is a huge natural gorge that cuts the city in half with an ancient bridge, there is a cell under the bridge where they used to keep prisoners, pretty badass. its also the birthplace of modern bullfighting. the bull ring has a museum and they let you go in and see all the inner workings and rooms of the ring. pretty neat. we ate at el porton c/pedro romero 7 semi touristy with an english language menu outisde, but still plenty of locals inside at the bar. lots of food, reasonable price. we got ice cream. twice. of course. la jijonenca c/ espinola 30 was the better one. we tried to go these neolithic caves cuevas de pilota, privately owned caves on park land, outside ronda but we were gonna run out of time to get the car back so we had to go.
on saturday yiyi, my intercambio friend from jaen was having a party in alameda in the afternoon to celebrate two of her friends’ bdays and her saint day. since my bday was only a couple days away she invited us along which was cool. this included a bunch of live performances by her friends bands, which were infinitely better than the spanish pop me and jon were forced to listen to on our raod trip. later on sean came up from jerez and anneso and her friend vero joined us as well. izzi and dan arrived via first class high speed AVE around 9pm and i recogered them from the train station. more anything? more everything!