Drivin' us Batty

One strange and fun experience we didn't mention about our last week in Buenos Aires, are the bats that would fly into the apartment every evening at dusk. Fortunately, they were not vampire bats. Just fleshy little brown bodies with wings that would fly in our windows and flop around on the floor while Don shrieked and Mau scooted them back out into the warm night.

One more terrible and horrible experience we recently lived through. After having a wonderful adventure in Portugal, Spain and Morocco we had a CD burned of our award-winning photos here in Morocco only to find an old Gypsy woman, or Berber woman, or dumb-ass shopkeeper had put a curse on us and ALL the photos vanished from the camera and had not burned properly to the CD.
Sad result: NO PHOTOS.
After painfully passing through all of the Kubler-Ross' stages of grief, we re-visited denial and returned to the photo shop to find our lost photos in the "garbage" file. After multiple trips, CD burnings, tears of frustration, and relapse into alcohol consumption, we finally got our photos back in a usable format.
And now we proudly present "The Lost Photos of Andalucia."