Economists are always quick to scoff at Spain's 17% unemployment rate, no doubt the statistical manifestation of a hapless bunch of Southern European spendthrifts. That's because economists don't wake up to this, they wake up to, well, The Economist. Plug this sweet setup into your rational agents model and you might just find that hitting snooze on your alarm isn't entirely irrational after all.
Daddy why do they only have UHT milk in Europe. Well son, the cows don't feel like getting up at 5am to be milked here.
What shall we have for breakfast? Dumb question when the House of Jamon offers crusty jamon sandwiches, a cappuccino, and freshly squeezed orange juice for the princely sum of Euro 3.50. That's right, for less than the pre-tip price of a New York flat white you can have all that plus a built-in kids zone.
You can load that baby right up with your finest crate of acorn-fed iberico and point it this way. Drive this bad boy through Williamsburg and you'll being down Instagram.
Next stop on Vuelta Espana is the port city of Cadiz, a warren of ancient streets and plazas scrunched onto a narrow peninsula. On a glorious winter day like this you might even convince me to fund your aspirational voyage to find some New World. Especially if you call your venture WaterX.
Let's do a few laps of this deck, just to enjoy the feeling of driving on something other than cobblestones.
Daddy if this is UNESCO listed are you sure I should be digging it up with my digger?
Looks like a Christmas card in the making.
Anyone looking for a deck hand? He doesn't take up much space and he's handy with a harpoon.
Mommy I see orange juice up there.
Church with a view. Great vantage point for watching that voyage I sponsored come back laden with Incan gold. Or at least shade-grown Guatemalan coffee.
How quaint, a fruit stand that doesn't ship on Amazon Prime.
Dad I could get used to this whole European lifestyle. Do you think you could get a job polishing Vespas?
If that's the fountain of youth stand back while I dive in.
Splashdown! The puddle never really stood a chance.
Daddy what's the difference between a pinot noire and a pino grigio? Uhm it's got something to do with the color, you know like lightsabers.
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