L'espagnol is French for waiting pt. II

After the soirée galettes, most of us went to Rouen for a Spanish party. This was mostly salsa dancing and drinking the crappiest beer on the entire planet (Citadel, fabriqué en UE). The guacamole was pretty damn tasty though. We got there about 10pm, and then the party really started. We left at about 5am, after having danced all night. Sloppiness, thy name is Rouen.



And we all knew what was on Jaime's mind.