Ah, the flamenco! The rhythm, the passion, the music!! The driving beat of the castanets, the wailing essence of the gypsy soul! How can I begin to describe it to you? What mere words can hope to convey the excitement, the sheer throbbing drama of it all? Beats the hell out of me. Especially since we didn't actually, in any sort of, you know, literal (and geographic) sense actually, um, make it to the show. Or even close to the show. All because SOMEBODY left the apartment patting the pocket of his jacket and saying,"oh, I forgot the map. Well, I don't really need it. I know where this place is." Part of that was true. I had forgotten the map. And I almost knew where the place was. See, it's about 600 metres roughly due
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