Primavera. Sound.

After the unusual turn of events where British mates were getting in touch to gloat about the unsesasonal 26 degrees that they were enjoying, while Spain was covered under a haze of cloud and rain since before Easter, I think this week Spring finally sprung. Suddenly people are wearing flip flops, horchata shops are open (sweet sweet tiger nuts...), the plazas are filling up and everyone's got a little spring in their step. So, break out the pink Lambrusco, fire up the barbecues, get the Factor 25 at the ready, and let the good times roll....