...is the way of life in AndalucĂa. It means, more or less, "don't worry about it, nothing happened, whatever..." A people less worried than Andalusians may be hard to come by.
So, as a picture's worth a thousand words,
stories from Castaras:
My bed
Breakfast! There are no stores in Castaras but men that deliver food by truck.
We love the bread man.
This is Leigh after we slid down a mountain, and I could not understate "slid down a mountain" any more. But that was my bright idea.
We must've passed this flock of sheep like, 10 times. The shepherd gave no directional help. I think he might've been laughing at us.
Lost again. And giving up.
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