The Two Mikes travel to Spain and bring along a Spanish horror novel to read. Like the country where we don't speak the language, we can't make sense of it, but it leaves us delighted and mystified. And extemely jetlagged.
It's Cocktail Time!
The Kalimotxo
In a Tom Collins glass drop in a couple ice cubes, then fill with equal parts Coca-cola and red wine. Enjoy!
Special closing music: "Echoes of Spain" by Django Reinhardt
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Very cool. You should at least give us a report about your trip. Love that spider sculpture; where is it?
I made it to Spain once and visited the museum devoted to the greatest illustrator of the weird who ever lived: Jose Segrelles, a worthy side trip if you ever get to the southern part of the country.
Is there an example of overly literal translation actually adding to the strangeness of a weird tale?
Just so you know, at least you have one Spanish fan. I'm a little like to the party, but burning straight through your archives.
Calimocho (as it's called in Castillian), that blight of the Spanish youth, can be taken with ice, and needs a really crappy wine. You can add some fruit liquor if you are so inclined.
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