Valencia, Spain
What a Blustery, Flustery Day
I´m going to start by admitting that I don´t know if ¨flustery¨is actually a word. If not, I´m going to pull a Billy Shakespeare and create it defining it as ¨an adjective able to be used when you are a twenty year old American walking 8 miles a day in freezing, violent, Spanish winds, taking care of two Italian teenagers, and trying to find a way to not spend two nights on the dangerous streets of Sev...