We found one of these in our room last night (after a mild shreek, it went to meet it's maker). I never thought to make them into a necklace, but perhaps YOU might think about it. Probably won't return to Nerja on the Costa del Sol ever again (waaaay too touristy and suffering from the invasion of winter birds), but now that we're in Madrid, we're off to visit some of Chuck's favourite friends: Sorolla, Zurburan, Goya and the ever-ubiquitous, Picasso. He bought a hat, scarf, I bought some very special shoes and while the folks at the the department store gave us a discount, the store itself extracted a most unusual tax: the escalator grabbed my skirt and ate a significant part of the hem. Releasing me (lest it eat more) required two workmen and three twittering shopgirls - all watched by baffled customers and a fully armed security guard. Chuck is not sure who was better fed tonight - the escalator or us. I'm not sure that "shredded witch hem" couldn't become a new fashion, but I will tell you, I now know that no one should wear a skirt near an escalator or in an airport - especially if you have no scissors and a plane to catch.
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