Hot hot hot

Today it is hot. Before I left, whenever I'd tell someone that I was going to be in Spain for a month in August, they'd tilt their head to the side and give me a look that meant, 'Girl , are you crazy?" And they'd tell me how hot it gets in Spain that time of year, and I'd stand there and nod my head like I didn't know that the mediterannean was hot.

But until now, I didn't actually realize how hot 40 degrees celcius felt like. (They probably don't either.) And since we spent all of our time until now near the water, and now we're in the middle of the city, I feel like there is permanently sweat seeping from my pores. Oh well though, the view is sure worth it.