Meanwhile, Somewhere In Spain It’s Finally Siesta Time
Saturday, 13th November 2010. Marbella.
T and O fly back to Stavanger, and it’s finally siesta time in Spain again.
I sleep for eight hours straight and wake up in exactly the same position as I fell asleep. My upper body feels stiff, and inside my head my subconsciousness is merrily humming the Julepule-song.
I smoke Montecristos and drink reservas and eat chorizo and Iberia ham and slowly read Frank Lande’s debut novel “Frank Lande” on the porch, and it’s probably the best bokmåls-novel I’ve read in years and gradually my pale-blue complexion is turning tan.
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And I am dreaming
of dining in Jerez…
mmm, haha !
Be well, Knight of Marbella’s Sun
PS
Rainy Sunday here…
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ah, My Midnight Madonna, oh, Thy Knight Is Dreaming too and Jerez is Truly a Beautiful Place to Dream of, Zamoyski, and Tonight, in the Warm Andalucian Rain, Thy Knight Dreams of Thee …..