MY NEW YEAR’S DAY HANGOVER.
Hangover the side of a mountain, that is.
True to my word, I behaved myself admirably on New Year’s Eve. And to celebrate, my wife, brother-in-law, another couple and I went on an excruciatingly long (yet excruciatingly picturesque) hike through the mountains of La Pedriza near Madrid.
The photo above is just a bit a showing-off. I wasn’t in any danger—provided that my left hand didn’t cramp.
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Yeti? No, no, no...her name was Betty. And we weren't fighting. We were dancing Merengue.
She was awfully hairy, though.
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