You know it's spring when there are puffs of pollen flying in your mouth. When your body just isn't used to "good" weather. When you walk outside and instantly get a tan by the friendly south Spain sun. When you drink 40 oz of water in a 2 hour class. When biking is bliss. When you get walk over to Cien Montaditos and drink tinto de verano with friends. And finally when you come home to fresas con azúcar y nata for dessert.
I have nothing to complain about.
Plus, my mom and brother will be here tomorrow to enjoy it all with me!!! The 3 musketeers reunited!
P.S. My name is Kristina and I have an obsession with Spanish doors and patios, but doesn't this just scream spring?!
SPRRRIIING
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