beginning and end of summer

So it's my second-to-last Saturday in Madrid before heading back to SF for the supposed summer.

I sort of can't believe I'm giving up the long, sunny Spanish days that I so love.  For chilly, grey SF. The coldest winter I ever knew, a summer in San Francisco.

And the nice weather, the long days, there is so much that comes with it.  Gazpacho, sandals, hours of tinto de verano and cañas in the terrazas around the city, IBIZA...

Tonight we're going to see Guadalupe Plata, an awesome Spanish dirty blues/rock band.  This is the type of music you groove to, sweat with, you don't mind that your eye make-up runs a bit 'cause it goes with the feel of the whiney, erotic guitar.

This goes out to the people I want to see longer than the blink of an eye...quality time will have never felt so good!  I'll be living up my last few weeks of summer here, with other people I will dearly miss, and I'll say goodbye with a touch of remorse but more than anything an incredible thrill.  The countdown has begun---see you in two weeks!