Sometimes, the skies are gray in Fuengirola. But, usually, not for long.
A veces, los cielos son grises en Fuengirola. Pero, por lo general, no por mucho tiempo.
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DUDO: “PUT DOWN THE CAMERA AND OPEN THE DAMNED WINDOWS! I’VE GOT PLACES TO GO AND PEOPLE TO SEE!”
DUDO: “¡PONGA LA CÁMARA Y ABRA LAS MALDITAS VENTANAS! ¡TENGO LUGARES PARA IR Y LA GENTE PARA VER!” |
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From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla and then Fuengirola, Spain. And now Córdoba.
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