Hey, Marga turned TWENTY on Friday. Like. No. Way. Party in the spanish countryside.
The birthday girl got a new camera. Guess what she was doing the entire party? “Kim”, click. Kim turns her head, click. Kim coughs, click.
spanish rasta cousin
Boys will be boys. Reminds me of this restaurant that I see when I drive to Canyamel in the NE of the island, Los Melones.
Mmmm, thank you. Don’t mind if I do.
Mmmmm, cakes, plural. Even better.
Cuatro, the spanish doggie with a hurt foot. See the lil bit of red, that is her bandaid. Cuatro you look a bit guilty. Did you pee in the punch?
GOING NINETY MILES 