Como se diche "Uno Cerveza Pour Moi"

Somewhere between the moors of Scotland and the Spire of Ireland I got lost, and well, I appear to have washed ashore on the sunny beaches of Cumbre Del Sol, and were anyone to be searching for me, you can call off the effort as I´m more than happy to stay awhile. Arriving in Spain to 30 degree weather, stepped moutains, winding roads and the sleepy mediterranean I could not help but feel a little overwhelmed. Fraser´s parents condominum is atop a large English settlement that overlooks 300ft bluffs and private beaches that curve into a point where a lighthouse´s steady pulse covers the hills in a faint light every pass. It´s like no other place I have ever been, and I can´t imagine every wholling describing everything that is here without pictures, videos, Spanish people, wild horses and nude beaches to help me fill in the gaps. Tomorrow we will go to Bunol for the Tomatina festival and throw tomatoes at one another for two hours before being arrested and no doubt thrown into jail with 4 husky spanyards and absolutely no chance of any absolution. You´ll no doubt be able to have a good laugh on my behalf, should that happen, but do me a favour and cross your fingers for the opposite. Also, pardon me if there are any ´Ñs or Çs, as this spanish keyboards is having a laugh at me. much love, Liam