precious girls

i don´t know where to begin. i met three really really precious ladies in Ribadesella that one can´t soon forget. we had SUCH a fun evening. gazing at monuments 😉 (eh, ladies??), coffees, spanish lessons, english lessons, DANCING lessons (at the fiesta in the pueblo that happened to be that evening), spilled wine, angry hostel workers, calimocho (coke and red wine). I really hope to see them again one day. when i move to spain 😉 hopefully.

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Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
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