I’m presently in a remote area of Spain outside a teensy, and I mean teensy, town made of stone called Calabuig, down a very long dirt road on a horse farm. And it’s one of the most happenin places I’ve ever been. Fancypants people from all over the world haul themselves and their many languages all the way out to… Read More ▶
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