So, listen. I know I’ve been derelict in my duties. The public cries for more. I regret that I cannot satisfy the colossal wishes of an anxious populace. However, know that I have been exceedingly busy of late, and it is only because of a surfeit of obligations that I have not been more consistent in my publications and detailed in my descriptions. And todavía hay más; tomorrow is going to be another busy day. Know that Thursday should bring a slight rest from the whirlwind life that has engulfed me these past few days. Know that on Thursday I do solemnly swear to drop mad knowledge about my eminently gangster lifestyle.
Know that the current cheese count is at 16 different types. And that’s after I had to throw out the requesón, on which had grown a bit too much mold for my comfort. I went into Poncelet (I know I’ve been lax in my Web logging because I have yet to mention Poncelet, the magnificent quesería which I have visited thrice in the past eight days.) today and bought two cheeses without even trying them first, because I was in a big old hurry. It’s called an addiction. A full cheese rundown is to come — patience, friends. I also have more pictures to share with all of you! You know what, here are a couple now, as a quick token of my appreciation.
The one with the pots is from the place we stopped on the way to Valencia
The one with the little guy is from Valencia itself.
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