Twilight has hit big here. Though the name “La Saga Crepusculo” is way cooler.
Even Neptune is getting into the spirit of things. Here he is showing his Passion Rojo.
I know what you’re thinking. But this is not, in fact, a museum dedicated to ham. That would be the most delicious museum ever, and would only last about five minutes before the place was devoured.
I dunno who this guy is (the inscription reads “Julio Hernandez, Pintor del Prado”) but he has a certain Vagabond style.
This is the view from the balcony of my apartment. It’s okay, I’d hate me too.
Same thing, just a close up of the church at the Palacio Real. I swear, it’s like living in a Turner painting.
This is a newspaper clipping that was hanging on the wall of my new apartment, and is half the reason I decided to move in. Seriously, it looks like the ‘Before’ picture of the weirdest bachelor party ever. Like Berlusconi took them all out to some weird strip club in Bangkok for a donkey show, and Medvedev was kinda into it, but was trying to play cool, Obama was in the corner somewhere texting Michele and Hu was just sitting there looking mildly uncomfortable the whole time.