He llegado en España, parte dos

After 17 hours of flying, losing my bag, getting drenched, and running all over town with Rosa, I was finally able to relax for a moment and take stock of my new digs.  For the most part, the apartment isn't too bad.

Overall, it's a decent place to start off.  However, there are a couple issues.  First, consider the toilet:

Do you see the problem here?  What you see, my friends, is the disturbing lack of a bidet.  The second issue I found is the closet.  Check it out:

That is 100% of the closet space that exists in my apartment.  Seriously, how is one supposed to become a metrosexual European man with so little room for tight pants and tailored shirts?

Ok, that's enough complaining.  Life is still very good, for two reasons.  First, the view outside my window is awesome.  Second, I'm in Spain.