By the time you read this, I will be gone. Not, as some of you may hope, to the afterlife, but to somewhere far more erotic. Spain. Spain is a well-run democracy full of beautiful women with fiery temperaments and a rebel movement that can’t really be bothered to blow up too much stuff. Having said that, wouldn’t it be funny if ETA planted a bomb in the very café that I was drinking in? Hilarious.